What It Takes

Family Secrets

For a long time we sat in each others arms. Often he would reach up and caress my face lightly. To any other person this would look disgusting. Me with my pants off holding a bloody Dylan in my lap. But we didn't care. When we looked in each others eyes, our gazes were filled with so much love, I thought I would cry.

“I love you” Dylan said. His eyes started to water, and it made sad to see such a strong man cry. My eyes started to water too.

“I love you too” I told him. I bent down and kissed him lightly on his lips.

“Dylan, we have to get you to a hospital”.

“Only if you promise to stay with me”.

“I promise”.

I slowly pushed him off my lap and slipped on my pants. I gave Dylan a small smirk as I saw his lust filled eyes travel up my legs. The small strawberry tattoo on my hip was something I got when Dylan and I were dating. When your rich you can have anything you want. Dylan was the only one who knew about it. Therefore it made it so he knew it was me. Natalie.

Despite all of his protests, I gently dragged Dylan up to my car.

We drove to the hospital, and got him registered. I called his parents and Nikki to tell them where we were at. In an hr. everyone was here. Dylan had suffered from a fractured rib and a torn tendon in his leg. He would have to be in a wheel chair for the next few weeks, and not try to walk for a while. Although he was mad at thins, he never failed to reminded me how much he loved me every hour. I was now assigned to be his personal chauffeur. Not that I minded. This meant I got to spend all day with my boyfriend. I blushed at the thought.

“What you blushing for?” Dylan asked.

“Nothing....boyfriend”

“Okay....girlfriend”

His whole face brightened. I smiled at him, and walked over to the hospital bed he was lying on. I motioned for him to scoot over, and when he did, I sat next to him. I threw my legs over the side and placed my head just above his chest so it wouldn't hurt him. His arm wrapped around me and we intertwined our bodies.

“Why did you do it?” he asked.

“Do what?” I asked while I played with his fingers.

“Why did you try to kill yourself?”.

I immediately dropped his hand. This was the last thing I wanted to talk about. Way to ruin the moment Dylan.

“You know why” was the best thing I could say to him.

“No I don't. Back at the car you said that it wasn't the only reason.”

“Dylan, do you love me?”

“More than anything”.

“Then don't ask.” I said while I smiled up at him.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

“More than my own life.”

This made him frown

“Then tell me.”

I sighed and took a deep breath. I told him about when I came home to my parents talking about me. By the time I was finished telling him his jaws were clenched and his fists were tight. I tried to calm him down by placing a loving kiss on his cheek. But apparently that wasn't enough for him. He reached down and kissed my lips. When he pulled back he had a frustrated look on his face.

“Baby, whats wrong?” I asked

“say that again” he said.

I smiled. “Baby”