Becker's POV....

Greya wants to be with me...me! Of all the normal guys she could have, she's choosing me. I've always dreamed of having her by my side, but it was never supposed to be a reality. She will figure out that being around someone like me is too difficult and she'll leave me like the people who are meant to love me have left.

My real father, who ever the hell he is, didn't want me when I was just a baby. I must've been too much for my mother as well because she thought giving up on Alec and I was easier.

I've been sure that I'll never be wanted, forever ruined by my demons, but for some incredible reason, Greya sees through the cover and isn't afraid to read the pages.

As soon as her hands cradled my head and she whispered "I've got you", it took every ounce of control I had not to collapse in her arms.

I knew at that moment my heart was no longer mine, it belongs to her. I only pray she keeps it safe; rock bottom is where I'll stay if she breaks it.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?" She offers.

"Thank you for offering, but I'm fine right now," I tell her. I don't need for her to worry about feeding me or anything. She already has so much responsibility taking care of Chase.

She sits down on the couch next to me and I reach for her hand. Her soft slender fingers fit perfectly into mine. It's a simple gesture, holding hands, it's also the easiest for me to handle. She has a smile on her face when I look at her and it makes me smile too knowing I put it there.

"I love when you smile like that, you should smile more often. It makes you look more handsome than you already are," she says, making my smile grow wider.

Before it registers with me, her thumb grazes over my cheek. "When your dimples show, I know it's real," her voice is soft, my body inviting the effect she has on me.

"I feel like I'm dreaming," I shyly tell her.

"Why do you feel that way?" She asks. Her thumb making small circles over mine.

"I don't have much to offer. I'd give you the world if I had it, but my life is stuck in endless torment, I don't want to drag you into that." My pathetic and vulnerable side isn't ashamed of showing through when it comes to this girl. I only hope she doesn't see me the way I see myself.

She surprises me by gently placing her fingers under my chin and lifting my gaze to meet hers. I don't shy away from her this time, instead I grab her wrist and place her hand on the side of my face. I'm infatuated with the way she tenderly cradles my head in her hands. I feel adored and cared for when she touches me this way. Simple, yet intimate at the same time.

My eyes close automatically as I lean into her hand. I take this moment to bathe in the strong desire I have to want more of her. I've never felt this way before.

I take a deep breath waiting for her to speak. "Beck, You are so talented. You are incredibly smart, incredibly good-looking," she smirks. "You are musically gifted, you're protective and kind. You have so much to offer. I know we have a lot to figure out, but I'm ready for all of it... good and bad," she admits.

My arm snakes around her neck and I pull her into me so her head rests on my chest. I'm already anticipating for her arm to wrap around my waist, and when she does just that, I take a deep breath and let her. I keep hold of the air in my lungs until my body welcomes the tranquil feeling.

Releasing a long sigh I tell her, " I want to be ready for all of it too."

We snuggle like this for a while. She doesn't try any other move on me, giving me plenty of time to conquer my fear and savor the affection. It's working.

Knowing we can't stay like this forever, I'm first to break the hold. "I wanted to show you something," I reach into my pocket and remove the folded adoption certificate.

She lifts her head and gives the paper a quizzical glance.
Her eyebrows furrow together as she reads what it says.

"Becker? This says...," she pauses, unsure of herself.

"It says Jack is not my real father. My mother allowed a monster to adopt me and left us alone with him," a slight hint of venom in my voice when I confirm her thoughts.

"Did you know?" She asks, confusion written all over her.

"I found this yesterday along with my birth certificate that doesn't state who my real father is. I found Alec's also... Jack is his father."

"Oh, Beck, I'm so sorry, What are you going to do?"

"Don't be sorry Love, none of this is your fault. I want to confront Jack, ask him for the truth... I need to wait for the right moment though," I drop my head thinking about all the potential horrifying outcomes. "You need to wait for him to be sober," I hear her say mostly to herself.

"Hey, look at me," Greya pulls me away from my awful thoughts.

"What ever you decide to do, I want to be there for you," she says and I look at her like she just said the most frightening words I've ever heard. Before I can protest, she says what's already going through my mind.

"I want to be there for you, but I know you wouldn't want me to be there, you want to protect me from him. Even though you need me by your side, you're willing to sacrifice yourself to keep me safe and it worries me."

My head slowly nods in agreement. She knows what might happen if we confront Jack, but I can't let her wallow in the same fear. "Please don't worry about me, Love." I brush a stranded piece of hair behind her ear, letting my finger graze her earlobe. Her skin is so warm, so soft.

"I've always worried about you, Handsome," I smile at her new nickname for me. "I've worried about you ever since you walked into 7th grade science class with a black eye, and the following week you had a bruised jaw. I've watched you sit in the back row, I've watched you dodge anyone attempting to touch you. While I was coping with my own loss, I still wondered what was making you as sad as I was."

She thought about me? All this time, I admired her from afar, not knowing about all the suffering she was also going through. She lost both parents and took up the role of being a parent herself at only 13, and she took the time to care about me. What a jerk I've been! I teased her thinking I could push her to be more amazing, not realizing what she really needed...support.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to figure out I was being an idiot. I thought I was trying to push you to be better than you already were. I wanted you to be the best soccer player this school has ever seen. I wanted for you to get everything you deserved. But now I realize how wrong I acted. What I should've done was be a better friend and be there for you," the more I confess, the worse I feel about the last few years.

"You're here now. And, since we are being honest with each other, we will be able to figure out how to navigate 'us' together," she smiles at me.

"I like that idea," I smile back.

I stand up, preparing to leave even though I want to stay here with her. "I need to get back home in case Jack decides to return, Alec is home alone," I explain, knowing she'll understand.

She stands up too so I lean forward and kiss her forehead. "Promise me you'll let me know before confronting Jack...," she wants to say more, say that she worried for me, but she refrains and I'm glad, because I don't want her to worry. I want her to know I can take care of myself and I can take care of her.

"I promise Love," I say before leaving for the night.