WARNING: Touches sensitive subjects such as abuse.
Requested by pepsicola_8
I sat down in the treehouse, alone. I was reading "Gone With the Wind" when a knock alerted me.
I pulled the small card table off the door, and opened it.
I sat back down, expecting it to be my brother or something.
Somebody sniffled and I looked up.
Chris Chambers was a mess of tears, cuts, and bruises.
I threw my book down, and ran to him, taking his face in my hands.
"What's wrong? Chris, who did this to you? You're dad?" He didn't answer, he just cried harder.
I pulled him in for a hug, and he leaned on me.
Eventually I was leaning against the wall, his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his blonde hair to calm him down.
He seemed to calm down significantly.
"I-I'm drowning i-in m-my demons, Mattie." He cried.
"I-I can't b-breath. They w-won't d-drown with me. They're t-taking over." He cried again.
"I wont let you drown, you know you can always stay with me, my ma won't mind." I said as I nervously took his hand in mine.
"I- i don't know, d-don't you think my P-pa will come after y-you two?" I thought for a moment.
"I don't care if he comes after me, what matters is that you're out of that house and safe."
"Why would you do that for me?" He asked, his stuttering stopped.
"C-cause, well. I-I love you Chris." It was my turn to stutter.
"I love you too." He whispered.
He leaned up and kissed me very lightly, making my face 50 shades of pink.
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