What The Hell?!

we all have our scars

 CHAPTER 2

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Once me and Ross were settled in our room, he flopped down on his bed and sighed. " I can not believe i have to share a room AND a bathroom with a selfish whore!" " For your information i'm a virgin not a whore!" " And you wonder why your a virgin?" " Oh shut it Ross cause you are too!" " Am not!" " Are too!" " Not!" "Are!" Ross jumped on me and straddled me on the bed with my arms pinned above my head. I was breathing heavily, and I felt tingles running through my arms. He bent his head down to my ear and whispered " Not..." in just about the sexiest breathy voice i've ever heard. My breath caught and suddenly the door banged open. Dad looked at us and blushed. I had to admit this looked bad. " Er.... this is so not what it looks - i mean he was just -" Dad cut me off. " Dinners ready if you both have ' worked' up and appetite." He laughed as he said it. I threw  Ross off and tossed a pillow at him. " DAD!" He cracked up, then said " Ooh Lauren, I always knew this day would come, now shall w-we h-h-have the talk?!" That's it he busted out laughing now and i blushed, so did Ross a little before he smirks. Dad left crying. Ross stared at me and I twisted my mud brown hair. " well we were in a rather compromising position...." He laughed, and said "come on Reynolds, lets go eat, not that you could use the food !" he blurted before dashing down the stairs. I screamed " I AM NOT FAT!" and he knew it. I was really pale and skinny. I hated it but i was. The only good part of my body was my boobs and butt. I reached him and tackled him to the floor, pulling his hair, I had him pinned. His arm was twisted behind his back . He flipped me over and sprawled out on top of me. He tickled my weak spot behind my ear. I bubbled up laughter. Christi and dad strode in and dad laughed and said " twice in one day...?" he knew me and Ross weren't like that so he could joke. He helped Ross up and said ' Good man." Ross smiled shyly and I blushed. Ross helped me up. Then I pushed him against the wall. I tickled his weak area, which was his lower back. " no...ha ha.....stop....ha." I let him go, his breath was shaky and went to go eat.

            After Dinner i change into my black boy shorts and black tank. Ross slept in boxers and a wife-beater. I turned my back and then Ross had jumped on me. He had me face down on my bed. I screamed and he laughed. He got up and I said " You always did have to have the last word, or in this case the last scream?" He smirked and I smirked back saying " I know where you sleep craves!" " Ooh threatening to rape me now?" I retorted " It's only rape if you don't like it!" He laughed and flipped me off. I fell on the bed. 

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In the middle of the night, I awoke to Ross squirming. I Got up and went over to him. I knew it was dangerous to wake a sleeper from a nightmare, which I was fairly sure he was having one. So I whispered "Ross!?" Nothing, So I chanced it and shook him. He woke with a scream. I placed my hand over his mouth to muffle the scream. " Ross are you okay?" I asked honestly concerned. " Yeah i'm fine now leave me alone!" " No what were you dreaming about." " None of your business now go to sleep!" I scooted beside him in bed and crossed my arms. I hear him whisper " stubborn ass" and knew that i had won. He sat up next to me. I loved how the heat of his body soothed me. So i snuggled in closer. " Have I ever told you about my dad?" i thought back "No? why was your dream about him?" He sighed turning to face me. He said " My dad... He-he was a drug addict. He would hit me and push me and always tell me how worthless I was. " I sighed " ooh" I honestly felt bad. Nobody deserved that from their own father not even Ross. Especially not Ross...no wait what. he continued ' The day he died he-he tried to shoot me as well but only managed to shoot my shoulder." He pulled aside his wife-beater so i could see. I automatically reached out. But shook my head. Ross took my hand and said " it's okay no ones ever wanted to touch it before." he pulled my hand to it. I traced it and felt the familiar tingles that I always got from Ross. I didn't know what to say so I said " Do you ever miss him?" he looked taken aback but then he looked in my eyes and answered honestly " Yeah...I do" I felt I needed to so I showed him my scars. I had a series of white scars on my wrists. " After my mom died..." I began and felt the tears well up in my eyes. He was looking at me like he wanted me to finish. " I lost it, I lost the need for living, the need for feeling, the need for loving. So i found a razor one day and cut myself. i loved the feeling cause I actually felt something. I focused on the pain, cause' it seemed like it was the only thing real." Ross pulled me into a hug. we stayed like that for a long period of time. We slowly fell asleep in each others arms.