"I'm just like you. If you only knew."

--- Louis Tomlinson

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at my hands.

Christian is beside me asleep. It's five in the morning and I woke up from a dream.

I think about my dream. It's the second time I saw the dream about my real parents. This time it was a happy memory.

Me, mom and dad were playing in the park. Dad was chasing me and Mom pretending to be a monster.

I saw myself laughing and running without any worry in the world. But then what happened? My dreams and hopes got shattered.

My soul got shattered.

My mom and dad didn't need me. They gave me away. Never called. Never visited. I remember all the time sitting next to the window waiting for them.

Mom said she'll come back but she never did.

Christian stirs beside me and reaches for something when his hand doesn't find me, he immediately jolts up and when his eyes set on me, he sags with relief. He sits up and leans against the headboard.

"Come here." He opens up his arms for me.

I crawl to him and sit astride him putting my ear directly to his chest.

"You okay?"

I kiss his bare chest. "I am now."

"Bad dream again?" He asks as he strokes my back.

"A good one actually." I trace my skin, "About my birth parents."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. I don't know if it's a dream or a memory but I now remember how they looked like." I turn my face rest my chin in his chest so I can look at him.

The little morning light is coming through the curtains. All that happened yesterday comes crashing down at me.

Someone is out there, hungry for our lives.

Out for Christian.

They want to take him away from me. Probably by killing him or me.

I have a sudden urge to cry. Now a day's I'm always crying. Too much stress in life. A few tears leave my eyes.

"Mia dea, why are you crying?" He wipes my tears.

I want him— no I want to feel him. I want him to love me.

I sit up on my knees and place my lips against him. I press my self against him making him groan. He moves his hands in my hair and parts my lips with his tongue. I open my mouth willingly welcoming him. His tongue caresses against mine.

I moan and he makes a sound of contempt. I press against him harder fisting and pulling his hair. He seems to like it as his hands move all over my body and pull me closer as if it's even possible.

"Christian..." I moan out his name.

"You taste so good, Mi Cara." He mutters against my mouth.

I break the kiss and nibble his jaw, his subtle ticklish against my lips. My hands explore his sculpted body.

"Christian..." I whisper his name. "I need you Christian. Please."

"You have me, baby." He kisses me again. "You own me. Body and soul."

The sob that has been trapped in my throat breaks free. I miss home. I miss my hospital. I miss America. I miss eating at Jade's.

But I can't leave Christian.

I could never.

Not when I've fallen this deep.

That bad gut feeling is again in my stomach. The torture I went through when Christian got missing, just think about it makes me sick.

That sickening feeling is again in my body but intensified. I can feel bile rising in my throat which ceases my cries.

I think off the bed and run into the bathroom with my hand pressed on my mouth. I open the toilet lid and empty all the contents of my stomach there.

I feel Christian behind me holding my hair and rubbing my back but I am too busy coughing and throwing up. The tears come to my eyes again as my throat burns.

When I'm finished I drain and get up using Christian's help. I brush my teeth and wash my face again and again after Christian ties my hair back.

"Let me run you a shower," He nuzzles me from behind.

"That would be great," I tell him.

He opens the taps and while it warms ip Christian goes out of the bathroom and comes back with my clothes and a towel.

Once the Shower is warm he helps in the shower.

I untie my hair and make a bun on top of my head. My hair's way too long. I take off my panties and shirt and Christian helps me in once the Shower is warm.

I sigh in content once my body comes in contact with my water, immediately soothing my muscles. I look up and smile lazily at Christian.

"Thank you."

He strokes my cheek, "You are very special to Victoria. Don't ever leave."

I hold onto his hand, "I won't ever."

He gives me a quick kiss. "I'll go see what my dad came up with."

"Okay. Tell me once you know."

"Sure."

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clothes when Christian enters. I slip on Christian's hoodie and I'm ready.

"So what happened?" I ask as he comes in front of me.

"We going to our safe house." He says looking at me carefully. "Away from here."

"Is this place not protected enough?" I frown. "I don't understand."

"I think it's best if we leave to be double sure."

I'm not sure I have a good feeling about this.

"We'll be going to Frascati. It's only like 40 minutes away." That bad feeling is not going away.

"I'm not having a good feeling about this." I play with my fingers.

Christian sighs, "I have a bad feeling about everything. But we have to do something."

"Will it keep you at ease if we are away from here?" I ask him.

"Yes."

"Okay, then we'll go." He smiles at me but I raise an eyebrow. "But I have one condition."

"What is it?" He frowns.

"You are not leaving me there alone. You'll take me everywhere you go or you have to stay back with me."

"Okay." He shrugs.

"Okay?" It was this easy?

"Yes. That's fair. Here you have mom and Amara. There it's just going to be us."

He takes me in his arms and grins boyishly.

"Besides I have a lot of making up to do."

I giggle, "That you do."

He bends and holds my legs throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal and laugh at the same time.

"Let's go have some breakfast." I can hear the beautiful smile he has in his face right now.

I swat his behind. "I've got a nice view of your ass."

He swats me right back making me giggle, "And I got a fantastic view of yours."

I wish I could freeze these moments.

Only if life was that simple.

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for the late . It completely slipped my mind. We are almost at . I can't believe it.

This chapter is to @ashleyhale_22 for always and .