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song; Disenchanted by My Chemical Romance
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|| Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. ||
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The dark sky weighed over everyone on this gloomy night. The rain pouring heavily as autumn shared its power. The September night held one of secrets, pain and desire.
Chris Mara sat in the drivers seat, and stared at the wheel, drowning out the dull pattering of the earth's cries. As he stared, he thought carefully. He wouldn't tell Nick... No, not yet at least. Chris' mind thought of ways to take this. If there was a way this was a lie. And he wonders if she knew who Nick was. If they planned this. He reaches over to the file beside him and lets out a deep exhale before opening it again.
BRANDON MICHAEL LEE ARREAGA
CIERRA MARÍA ARREAGA
Chris shakes his head, utterly baffled. She doesn't seem like the type to be involved in this kind of life. From what he's been told, she's too good for Nick - well, that's what Nick himself told Chris - but, if Brandon's her brother... How good can she really be?
His eyes continue scanning the page, reading about Brandon and Cierra. Becoming more confused with each word that was written. He came across two other names, Austin Porter and Edwin Honoret.
Honoret... Cierra Honoret.
Chris scoffed to himself, "Oh, they're smart," He noted in sarky a tone.
He clicked his tongue as he pondered over his next moves. He had an idea. A good one. Carelessly throwing the file onto the passenger seat, he started the car and went off in the night.
**
"No! It's because she lied to him," Cierra laughed, wacking Nick on the arm as they lay in her bed with the laptop balancing on their legs in the middle of them. "If she told him sooner, then he wouldn't be hurt like he is now," They were currently watching - well, she was watching - 'a walk to remember'.
"But he doesn't have the right to be mad at her," He says, frowning at the screen. Cierra sighs and takes a handful of popcorn from the bowl beside her.
"I'm never watching a romance film with you again," She mutters, her voice dying at the as she became intrigued in the movie once again. Nick looks at her before turning back to the laptop and leaning further back into the headboard.
"Next time, we're watching fight club," He states confidently, taking a piece of popcorn from her hand, ignoring her unimpressed tsk that she responded with.
Soon enough, the end of the movie came and Cierra find herself with a pile of tissues as she let light tears fall from her eyes. "You see it's just not fair," She bawled with her head leaning on Nick's shoulder.
"Uh-huh," He said in the most sympathetic tone he could do. He wasn't really sure if she was talking to him or the credits. Still, he sighs easily and wraps an arm around her shoulder.
"If we get married, and if I die-"
"Don't talk like that," He snapped, shushing her immediately. "I think these movies are bad for you," he joked, pushing all the tissues to the floor and carefully moving the laptop off the bed.
"You didn't even get emotional once, what kind of guy am I dating?" She quips with a pout as they lay down beside each other.
"I can be emotional," He says defensively.
"I don't believe that," she laughs. He says nothing but goes to turn the bedside lamp off before returning to his side, facing her.
Cierra turns on her back and stares up at the ceiling, whispering "Nick," She sighs into the darkness and pulls the duvet higher up to her as she turns around to face the other side.
Almost immediately, she feels his familiar strength pull her towards him. His toned chest made contact with her back, and his muscular arm draped around her waist. Nick placed a sleepy kiss on her cheek before mumbling "Goodnight, baby," which her her heart pound.
Cierra closed her eyes and fell into sleep with a smile left on her face.
***
"It's one in the morning, Chris," Zion whined groggily, looking at the older man who stood in his hallway. "What do you want?"
"I need your help,"
"Bro, listen, I'm here to help. You know that, but it's one in the fucking morning," He groaned like a kid.
"Z," Chris took a sharp inhale, "I would not be here right now if it wasn't important, okay?"
The taller boy nodded, and proceeded to follow Chris out to his car. It was hard to see, but the orange streetlights set enough glow for him to see what he needed to. Chris hesitated, but continued with his actions and opened the car boot.
"What in the fuck," Zion muttered in shock, fully awake now. "Boy, what were you thinking?"
"Listen, I-I got a place to keep him, but you need to help," Chris pleaded.
"Well, I can't really say no, can I?" He sighs, looking back down to the car boot. Squinting at the unconscious person lying there.
The dark curls were matted to his forehead, and he was bound at the ankles and wrists. Tape covered the boys mouth. His glasses were slipping down his face. Brandon Arreaga was unconscious in the boot of Chris' car. He began shuffling, and slowly opened his eyes, alarm taking over instantly. His screams were muffled against the duct tape, so he struggled to yell, and Zion freaks - his fist knocking the Mexican in the nose (he puts it down to reflexes,) as he watched him fall back down again.
He looks at a dumbfounded Chris, "Let's go then, damn," Zion makes his way to the passenger seat of the car as he mumbles, "Acting like you ain't never killed a mans out here,"
Chris shakes his head before closing the car boot and following Zion.
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أدب الهواةNick Mara didn't love the life he lived, at all. But he loved her. and if living this life brought her to him he'd take it a million times. # i literally suck at these just read my story lol
