A/N; Well it's been a while but I'm here now :). Things are gonna get really dark and feelsy in this chapter. I cried writing it. Heh.
I wake up to the sound of sobs beside me, rubbing my eyes with a slight frown. I've lost track of how long we've been here now. It could be weeks. It could be months. For all I know, it could be years.
At first, it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and for my mind to register what's happening.
... Will?
I push myself up, moving out of his arms, as I look down at him. He's still asleep, but sobs shake his whole body, and he's murmuring something under his breath, although I can't hear what it is. He must be having a nightmare.
"Hey," I whisper, putting a hand on his arm to try to wake him up. "Will, it's okay. Wake up, it's just a nightmare. Will!" I reach for his shoulders and shake him gently. "You're okay. It's just a nightmare."
His breathing calms as his hand reaches for mine.
"Chr-Christina?" he chokes out, eyes still closed, like he's afraid to open them.
"Yeah... it's me. I'm here."
I pull him towards me and hold onto him tightly, hoping to comfort him.
"I'm sorry I woke you," he mumbles, holding onto me like he doesn't want to let go, wiping his eyes quickly.
"Don't be ridiculous. It doesn't matter. I love you, okay?"
"I love you too. More than anything."
I pull away slightly and give him what I hope is a comforting smile.
"You okay?"
"I guess."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
He shakes his head and looks down, closing his eyes and shuddering, as if at a bad memory.
"I'd rather not... if you don't mind..."
"Yeah, of course. I understand. But... I'm here if you want to."
Will nods, looking up at me with the smallest of sad smiles.
"It's nothing important. Honestly."
"Will, if it's upsetting you, it's important. It might not be important to you, but it is to me. You're important to me."
He pulls me even closer to him, holding me tightly, and he doesn't respond to what I say. What he says instead shocks me, and the look I give him must prompt an explanation.
"It was my father... the nightmare, I mean... if you could call him a father. He was really... abusive. That's the only word to describe it, really. We weren't close at all. He would always try to hurt me or my sister... and tonight... I had this nightmare that he found us here. That he'd killed my sister," his voice grows quieter as he speaks, and I have to strain to hear what he's saying. I can already feel my horror growing as he speaks. I wish he'd told me. I wish I knew. "And then he started on me. But... that wasn't the worst part," hid voice is barely a whisper now. "He killed you right in front of me He made me watch you die."
I look down and sigh softly, leaning against him with my head on his shoulder, taking hold of his hand and holding it as tightly as I can.
"I'm so sorry, Will. That's horrible... I wish you'd told me something."
He shakes his head and looks away from me, and I catch him bringing a hand to his face as if to wipe more tears.
"I never want to lose you, okay?"
"You never will. I promise."
***
Neither of us slept again last night. Will couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to let myself sleep when he was in such a state.
"Listen, Chris..." Will sighs, looking over to me with such a loving expression on his face, it makes me melt inside all over again. "I'm sorry I kept you up last night. I should've made you sleep. I'm sorry."
"Would you stop apologising?" I shake my head with a small laugh and press my lips against his own, lightly, just for a second. "You were upset. I wasn't gonna sleep when you were so upset."
He forces a smile at me and rests his forehead against mine with a small sigh. "You're still upset, aren't you?" I ask in a slight whisper, squeezing his hand gently.
"Kind of, I guess..." he sounds genuinely uncertain about the whole situation. "Last night was... it was horrible. It just felt so... real.."
"I understand... I still wish you'd told me earlier. I never knew your relationship with your father was so bad."
"He was never around anyway," Will shrugs, as if trying to make me feel better about it, or maybe to stop me from talking about it. "It was just on the rare occasion he was... it was pretty much just me and Cara the whole time. Don't feel sorry for me," he rushes out as he sees the expression crossing my face. "I'm used to it."
"We're both pretty messed up, aren't we?" I try to joke, but tears fill my eyes as I say it. He notices, and holds me even closer to him, closer than ever before. There's no space between us now.
"At least we can be messed up together. Because it is you and I now, isn't it?" he states the question more than asks it, as if it's already a fact. Which, I suppose, it is. "You and I, together, no matter what."
"You and I," I repeat, nodding. "Promise?"
"Promise."
A/N; It's like midnight and I'm only just putting this up. Oh. And it's kinda short. Ah well. Hope you're enjoying!
