Learn to Love Again - Stampy and Squid

Chapter 6 - I Love You

Squid's POV

     Stampy sits patiently with his arms around me, waithing for me to regain my strength.  I'd never told anyone about my father before.  It had always been a secret, comsuming me with grief every time I though of it.

     "Why didn't you tell anyone?"  Stampy asks, turning to face me.  I look back at him.

     "Before I turned 18, my dad controlled me.  He only let me go to school and the rest of the time I was shut up in my room.  I didn't get a chance.  I knew that if I did, he'd literally kill me.  After I turned 18, I decided to forget about it.  Find somewhere else to go for a fresh start, basically."  I feel Stamps tense up beside me in anger.  I look out onto the road.

     A few people across the road are giving us strange looks.  I glare at them, until they finally look away.  Stampy looks to where I'm looking, leaning his head back on the wall we're up against.  My eye catches a particular person, dressed in extremly bright colours.  I sigh.

     Here we are, in the middle of a busy strret, at night, hiding from my own father, with no where to go.  No matter how cliche it sounds, at least we've got each other.  My wounds have stared to hurt again now that the adreniline has gone, leaving my entire body stinging and bruised.  He really hurt me earlier, and he would have kept going if Stampy hadn't called out.  Without thinking, I lean over and kiss his cheek, making him blush and smile.  I pull him up to stand.

     "We have to find somewhere to stay for tonight, or it's the streets.  I know this area, and it's a bad idea to stay out here at night."  Stampy nods and grabs my hand, turning away, but not before I see tears on his face.  I feel a pang of sympathy for him, followed by a rush of anger at myself.  He shouldn't be in this fight.  If he hadn't come, he wouldn't be in danger.  I shake my head.  He's here now, and I'll do all I can to protect him.

     "I'm sorry."  I said quietly.  Stampy opens his mouth to protest, but I inturupt him.  "No.  I'm sorry for dragging you into this.  You shouldn't even have come."  I look down at the floor, swallowing.

     Stampy puts his hand on my shoulder, forcing me to face him.  "I had to get away from my mother.  She abuses me.  Not with actions, but with words.  I couldn't stay there anymore.  And besides, I wouldn't have started going out with you."  He smiles at me before pressing his lips to mine.  This time, I don't hesitate.  I push myself against him, making him stand up with me.  I push him against the wall, my hands cupping his cheek.  I pull away, just for a second, to catch my breath.  He smiles through his green eyes, before kissing me again.

     After a few minutes, he pulls away again.  But this time as he leans in, his lips meet my neck.  It's a strange feeling, but I like it.  My hands skin the bottom of his shirt, but he pulls away for the last time, panting slightly. 

     "People will see," he whispers, slightly red.  I nod my head in understanding, but press our lips together for a second anyway.  He chuckles. 

     "Now, for a place to stay."  He says looking at me with  worry.  I nod again, grabbing his hand softly.

     "Come on," I murmur, still lost in the kiss.  There's this one place I know of, about ten minutes walk from here.  It's the only place that I know of that's open at nine o clock at night.  My stomach rumbles.  I blush.

     "Do you wanna stop off at Maccas?  I'm kind hungry..."  My stoach gurgles in relpy.  We both laugh.

     "Sure," Stamps says.  "Although, I can't pay you back...  I won't get anything."  He frowns.