♡Run Boy Run♡

19 Addiction

(Tristan's P.O.V)

I walk back up my stairs after getting glasses of water for Hannah and myself. As I enter my room I find her sleeping soundly on my bed. She must be so emotionally drained from earlier today.

I definitely underestimated her strength, she took the death easier than I'd expected. Although it doesn't make me want to protect her any less. She's still as fragile as porcelain doll in my eyes, she always will be.

I walk towards her side of the bed, placing down the glasses of water. Hearing her shift in her sleep, I turn my head to look at her, and see her already looking up at me with tired eyes.

Crouching down next to the bed, I send her I sideways smile. She smiles back, "Come here." Her arm reaches out to me.

I climb into bed beside her. Her body molding perfectly into mine as I wrap my arms tightly around her. Her hands find their way to my hair, she runs her fingers through it loosely, and I let out a tired sigh, relaxing into her body even more.

"Can I ask you something?" She says with a quiet voice. "Hm?" I hum into her chest as my face is pressed against it.

"Earlier today. What did you mean whee you said that you've.. 'dealt with it before'.." her heart beat quickens at her own question. That only setting my own off.

She doesn't know much about my past. But what I've kept from her was only to protect her.

"Only if you want to talk about it though... I hope you understand that, we're past the part about me running in fear from you, because of what you've done." Her voice courses through my head as I think carefully about my next words.

"You should know how much I devote myself to you." My heart swells, she spoke with the lowest audibility, although it was easy to hear through the chilling silence that my room seemed to always have.

A weak smile rises onto my lips, and I pull myself closer to her, embracing her warmth. "You have every right to run in fear." As I think about my next sentence, my smile disappears. "Alex Walker was never supposed to follow me that night. He never liked it when I'd visit my dad. Neither did I, but I was making good money. Still, that isn't a good enough reason to do what I did. But I'm stuck with it. He doesn't let me leave. For the reason only, that his blood is running through my veins." I swallow violently.

"Today wasn't the first time I've dealt with a.. corpse. My dad just loves solving problems the easy way." I scoff in disgust. "He doesn't give second chances. And he wasn't planning to give Alex one, until I got in the way of the bullet." Hannah quickly sits up, untangling herself from my grip.

"You still see your dad?" She looks at me in shock. "I thought he.. left you. With Anna and Alison. And that's why you live with them. Because he was abusive and dangerous."

I slowly sit up, levelling with her. "He did. And he is." I pause, "But until I was old enough to understand what he was doing. He pulled me into it. He knew I had interest. He knew I had a problem. But he just fed it, and he used my addiction as an opportunity to test out his weekly new batch!" I say with sarcastic excitement.

"And if I were to have overdosed on his meth house floor, I would've just been another body he'd have to dump out of the way. Just like the rest of them." I spit with disgust.

Hannah only stares back at me with tears welling in her eyes, my heart tugging violently as my eyes never leave hers. "I was a drug addict, Hannah. I'm lucky just to be sitting here right now.... and even luckier to have found you. Because if I didn't, I know exactly where I'd be."

Her chest heaves up and down as her narrowed eyes stare me down, "Why do you still go there. Why don't you just run away?"

"He'd come after me."

"Not if he couldn't find you." She argues.

"Hannah, I've tried... so many times."

"Well obviously not hard enough. Tristan, I could help you, we could do it together. Like how we did today-" she looks at me with hope in her eyes, but I interrupt.

"No, there's no way in hell that I'd ever let you do something, like today, again. Just like how I'd never let you run away with me. They'd find us and they'd kill us!-"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take!" She pleads, her eyes never leaving mine. "I just want you to be happy." her voice diles down.

"Seeing you alive, and in my arms, makes me happy. So it should stay that way." I can't believe that she'd ever be willing to risk her life for me, especially after witnessing today. I'm surprised that she even wants to still be around me after that.

She nods "It will stay that way." She shifts her body closer to mine again, my heart starts pumping. "I'm not leaving you. No matter how much you believe that I will. I'm not scared of what you've done or what you're now doing." She moves herself onto my lap.

"I'm not as sane as you think." Her lips pull into a smile as her eyes roam around my face, as if she's studying every detail.

She holds my face in her warm hands and I watch her every move in admiration. She's too perfect, from her ability to deal with my bullshit, to my capability to love her, so indescribably. I could never have found someone else like her. Someone so flawless in every way.

(Hannah's P.O.V)

I move my head into the crook of Tristans neck, pressing my lips ever so delicately against his skin, he groans in frustration. And suddenly flips us over so he's pinning me down, I squeal in laughter. "You're such a tease." He growls deeply, that only making me smile more.

"What would you prefer me to be?" I ask, raising an eyebrow as I smirk at him.

He then avoids my question. "It's like you want me to have my way, and just take you right here." His face comes closer, until his lips are almost hovering over mine.

"That's exactly what I want." I whisper with a small smirk, then press my lips onto his. Taking his bottom lip between my teeth, I tug on it lightly before diving back into the kiss.

He quickly reacts and presses his lips firmly onto mine, his hands gripping my waist. I take in a breath as he pulls away. His hands tugging at the end of my shirt, I help him swiftly pull it off.

His chest heaves up and down breathlessly as his lust clouded eyes wander over my body. I feel my cheeks get hot in embarrassment, so I pull him back down, tugging his lips back onto mine.

My hands grip onto the back of his shirt, my nails digging into the fabric, I forcefully tug on it. Trying to rip it off at this point. I press my hips into his, feeling a grin form on Tristan's lips.

I grip onto the front collar of his shirt, this time, tugging a little harder. Earning a ripping noise, I smile as our lips move passionately in sync. I pull on the shirt one more time, and to my satisfaction, it almost completely rips in half.

His lips slowly pull away from mine with a smack. And he looks down at his shirt, which is now completely revealing his chest and incredibly toned stomach. I stiffen up, worried that he'd be angry.

He shakes his head with a laugh then pulls his shirt off. "You.. maniac." He mumbles. His burly arms wrap themselves around me and his face digs into my neck, leaving opened mouth kisses from my collar bone to my chin. My heart hammers against my chest and my whole body gets goosebumps.

His lips latch onto my neck, leaving marks in every possible place. As he pulls away, I quickly take reach of his belt buckle, I forcefully tug his pants down, and he pulls them off, tossing them onto the floor. Discarding mine just the same.

His eyes shoot from my lips back to my eyes as his face comes closer. My heart fluctuates as my lips smash against his once again.

- h u m b l e 👼
(They smashed 🤠🤪 lmao k bye)
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