Together

Chapter 9~Grace

"I was three when my life was turned upside down. My father was a fire fighter and my mom was a pre-school teacher. They were both kind, generous... caring. I loved them more then anything. One day, my father went out into the city, to do his job. Being heroic and brave, he ran into a building. It was engulfed in flames; he went down with it."

I stifled a tear, running my palms up and down my cheeks.

"Soon after that. My mom fell into depression. She stopped caring for her health and for me. She struggled to breath for a while, having panic attacks, and passing out. I rushed her to the emergency room one day. She was admitted; in each lung they found pneumonia. My mom suffered for a while. Finally, she gave up her fight and left."

Taking in a shaky breath; I leaned my head against his shoulder and continued.

"I was tossed around the foster system. Nobody wanted me."

A new fire of hate and sadness burned inside me.

"I'm sorry," his fingers lingered on my neck, running up into my hair.

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault, it was nobodies," I responded, a tear trickling down my cheek.

"No tears," he murmured; his thumb running under my eye. I closed my eyes and took in a shaky breath.

"Who are you?" I forced a smile.

"Me?" I could hear his smile back.

"Of course. I told you who I am; it's your turn," I choked, my eyed wetting again.

"Well, when I was 15 my dad was diagnosed with polio. He went down hill fast; often going into cardiac arrest and having seizures. When he was sick, my mom got in a car accident. She had a stroke. They still don't know what wrong with her but, she can't talk, walk, breath on her own. Nothing." He shook my head, his watery green eyes meeting mine.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my lips pressed together.

"You're seriously asking me that?" his mouth fell open a little. My expression didn't waver.

"No, Grace. I was never ok," he whispered, his hands wrapping around my face.

How could I have fallen in love so quickly after leaving Ollie?

"Kiss me," I whispered.

"My pleasure," he smiled, his warm lips meeting mine. I let my hand slide up his waists and to his neck. I gripped it tightly, kissing harder.

"We just met," he slid his hand to his side and un buckled my seat belt; I slid it off.

"Almost there," the driver shouted. We didn't respond. Caspian pulled me, swiftly, onto his lip. He pulled back slightly.

"We just met," he repeated.

"I know," I breathed, my hand feeling his soft bronze hair.

"Get out," the driver mumbled.

"Thanks," Caspian responded, slipping him some money.

"Come on," I gripped his hand and pulled him out; my chest buzzing with excitement.

I hadn't caught a look at our surroundings since we left the airport. I held my breath and looked around. It was small, winding streets, flanked by shops, resturants, and apartments. Mountains loomed in the distance.

"Where now?" I asked, looking up to him.

"I don't know," a tear fell down his cheek.

I looked around some more, trying to find a street sign. Fare St.

"My apartments on this street," I realized.

"Let's go there first," his voice creaked.

"Okay," I gripped his hand.

"Okay."

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Authors Note

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A little Fault in Our Stars referance. ;)