It's been like 3 days since we came back with Chris, but I haven't come out of my room since. I think Ryan thought I left because he hasn't come looking for me or anything.

I'm hungry and I wanna see Chris, but I'm scared of Ryan. I don't want him to get mad at me or throw me out. I'm scared.

Is Chris even alive? Did he make it? Did Remington get the bullet out?

My phone chimed.

I took it from the nightstand. Speak of the devil. It was Chris. He's alive.

'Where are you?' It read.

'My room.'

'Ryan told me you ran off. I wanna see you. Come to my room.'

'I'm scared of Ryan.'

'Why? He's not even in the house.'

I shut the phone off and changed my clothes. I left my room and went to Chris's. I opened the door slowly, looking inside.

He was in his bed. He motioned for me to come to him.

I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I approached him slowly. He tapped the bed next to him. I sat carefully, making sure I didn't hurt him.

I hugged him carefully. "I thought you were dead. I was so scared."

"I thought I was gonna die too. If it wasn't for you guys, I would be dead."

"There was so much blood..."

He sighed. "I know."

"Was it my fault?"

"What? No. Why would it be your fault?"

"That's what Ryan said." I told him. "He told me to leave."

He scoffed. "I'll deal with Ryan later. Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah but like, don't worry about me. You're the one who almost died. I was scared."

"I know." He hugged me.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

He nodded. "A little."

"Can I see it?"

He pulled up his shirt, showing me a big gash in the side of his stomach that had stitches in it.

I frowned and hugged him tightly. "I was so scared. I thought you were dead. You looked dead. There was so much blood...."

"I know. But everything's okay now." He spoke, his voice soft. "I know it was scary, but it's over now."

I didn't say anything.

He cupped my chin. "Look at me."

I met his eyes.

"This near death experience made me realize that I need to stop holding in my feelings. I wanted to tell you this, but I couldn't find the right time. But now I know that there's never really a right time. You're not promised the next day or hour or even minute. You don't know what's gonna happen. So, here goes nothing..." He explained, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "I...care about you. You know? Like, a lot..."

I nodded. "Well, I, uh, I care about you too, Chris. I know what you're saying."

"You do?"

I nodded.

He shifted slightly on the bed, hissing quietly. He patted his lap. "Come here."

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't."

I carefully moved so that I was siting on top of him.

He pulled me down slowly and pressed his lips to mine. He held his hand against my cheek as he kissed me.

When he pulled away, he ran his fingers through my hair.

"You're mine, now." He whispered. "Got it?"

I nodded.

"Get some sleep."

I moved to get off of him but he stopped me.

"You can stay there." He told me.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I'm right on top of your thing."

"I'm fine. You're not hurting me."

I nodded and laid down on his chest.

I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep.

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"Why is he on top of you? He's going to hurt you."

"Shut the fuck up, Ryan." I heard Chris growl.

"Wh-"

I felt him shift a little, but I pretended that I was still asleep.

"What the fuck right do you think you have to throw someone out of my house?"

"I-I just- I was thinking about you. It's his fault. I just w-wanted to protect you."

"It's not his fault though. If you'd actually stopped to actually pay some fucking attention, you'd know that I had this little fucking trip planned before I even met him."

"I'm sorry. Okay? I just wanted to protect you."

"Remember Ryan, I saved your life. I can just as easily end it. Don't piss me off."

"I'm sorry, Chris. Please..."

"Get out." He growled.

I heard the door close a few moments later. I pretended to be asleep, but clearly that didn't work.

"I know you're awake." He said.

I lifted my head.

"Did you hear that?"

I nodded. 

"He won't bother you anymore."

"Okay."

He kissed me softly.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked.

"No. You're okay." He told me. "I need your help with something though."

"What?"

"I wanna take a bath, but I need your help getting to the bathroom. I can't walk on my own."

I got up and helped him out of the bed. It was a little awkward because I was so much shorter than him. I helped him get into the bathroom and sat him on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub thing.

He tried to pull his shirt off but hissed in pain. He stared up at me and smiled. "Help?"

I reached down and helped him pull his shirt over his head. He was only wearing boxers. Does he need help with those?

I watched as he kicked them off.

Okay, cool.

He reached over and turned the water on and watched it fill up. He clicked the button for the water jet things.

I helped him get inside. He groaned and tilted his head back.

"Do you want me to stay?" I asked.

"I want you to join me."

"Okay." I said.

I took my clothes off and stepped into the water. I sat next to him and he pulled me a little closer. He kissed my neck, playing with my hair. 

"Can I show you something, baby?"

I pulled away and nodded. 

"Can you promise me you won't be scared?"

I nodded. 

What is he gonna show me? Why would I be scared?

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Comment what yall think Chris is gonna show him lmao

~xxLux