I wrapped my arms around his neck and took great comfort in snuggling up against him.

I wasn't afraid, I didn't want to be. He wouldn't hurt me, he would never hurt me.

He let out a breath, a breath of relief as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Don't do that again," I demanded against his neck. "You could have gotten hurt,"

"He couldn't hurt me, he's a worthless piece of shit," he let out. I sighed against his skin.

"Calm down, Kyle, please," I pleaded. I didn't want to see him so worked up.

"I am calm," he replied moodily. I rolled my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, I know what you're doing,"

"How do you know?" I asked. He couldn't see my face. I was bewildered, but I guess I did it so many times I guess he just knew.

"Why ask such a silly question?" And I didn't bother to reply.

Right now, I just wanted to go home. I was drained, physically and mentally. The events happening today had been enough for a lifetime, and I was ready to relax. I needed it.

"Let's go home," Kyle stated. Could he read my mind? "Don't look at me like that, I attend to your every needs, because that's what a boyfriend does, that's what I do," he continued. I shook my head while I smiled slightly.

I didnt know how I landed someone like him. Even if he was a little needy, even if he was a little possessive, even if he was a little bipolar, I still loved him, I still needed him. He was mine for the keeping, and I never wanted to let him go.

"You know, Kyle, I wanted to run, and I did, but I stayed, you know I'll always stay even if I'm not right beside you," I shrugged as if it was no big deal. "You're extremely possessive of me," I finally stated.

"Possessive may seem bad to some people, but to me it's what I intend to be, even when I can't help it. You shouldn't be a possession, and you're not," he said. "You're my lady, my life, my every need, Cali, but I need you safe and happy. I may be irrational, needy and possessive, but I'd be all them things to avoid losing you,"

"But what if those things do make one of us leave?" I asked, just out of curiosity, nothing more, nothing less.

"You promised me you wouldn't leave,"

"And I'm keeping my promise," I stated. "I'm just solemnly curious,"

"I just pray to the heavens nothing makes you leave," he replied as he wrapped an arm around my waist, and led me home.

I suddenly looked down and I gasped when I saw his knuckles. They were bruised and there were many cuts full of dry blood.

"Oh, Kyle," I whispered.

"What? What is it?" He asked as he began looking around.

"Your fists," I breathed.

"They're fine," I looked up into his eyes.

"Don't try and act like the tough guy here, Kyle, they're not fine,"

"Well, you're here to make it all better," he replied cheekily as his eyes began to twinkle. I was itching to roll my eyes, but I refrained from doing so, just so I wouldn't give Kyle the satisfaction.

I let out a breath as I shook my head. I grabbed his wrist as I led him into my house.

I was stumped to see my father draped across the sofa, he was fast asleep. I decided to leave him be while I cleaned up Kyle, maybe he needed his sleep.

"Come on," I whispered to Kyle. I looked to him to find him looking at my father with a slight hint of worry, but it was gone as soon as I glanced to him. "Don't wake him up," I continued. He looked to me, then to my father before deciding against waking him up and following me.

"You know, I really am fine, love," Kyle stated.

"I know, but I want to clean you up," I led him to my bathroom and I brought down the first aid kit from the shelf.

I sat Kyle down gently on the side of the bath.

"One day I'll be looking after you when you're ill or hurt," Kyle stated. I looked to him as I started to take out the wipes I needed.

"Oh so now you want me ill and hurt?" I asked playfully.

"Oh no, no. I want you healthy and mine forever, but what I'm saying is that, well, never mind," he replied. I laughed at his attempt. I pinched his cheeks playfully.

"I was only joking, babe, I knew what you meant," he chuckled in reply.

"Babe? You've never called me that before," I shrugged in response as I lifted my eyebrow up in sync. "I like it," he kissed me on the cheek cheekily too.

His lips suddenly moved from the side of my face, to the side of my mouth. I wanted his lips fully planted on mine.

"Kyle," I breathed.

"What?" He teased.

"Kiss me," I demanded angrily. I wanted him.

"Don't you have a knuckle to attend to?" He asked playfully. I pouted slightly before moving towards him.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, in this position my chin was just a little above his head. Here I felt more in control, more powerful.

Kyle's arms came round to wrap around my waist. I bent down until my lips were just about grazing his.

"Kiss me," I demanded again.

"My pleasure," was his breathly reply before he crashed his lips against mine. I wanted to moan in pure delight, in pure bliss.

I was definitely in heaven, I was ready to sew my lips against his, so I could never let go.

His kisses were hot, wild, needy, possessive, amazing, great and full of fireworks. Cliche, I know, but they were truely my cloud nine.

"What you do to me, Cali, what you fucking do to me," he breathed against my lips when we finally came up for breath.

"Likewise," I managed to croak. After a few seconds, I started to scowl in his direction. "You've distracted me," I stated.

"I've distracted you? You're the one who demanded I kiss you," he stated back. I pouted again.

"Touchè," I grabbed the bacterial wipes from the side as only one of Kyle's arms left my waist. The other stayed planted.

I gently grabbed his hand as I laid it in my hand. I gently began to wipe the cuts and bruises. Kyle winced a few times, but he didn't make any indication for me to stop. So I never.

"All done," I said. I didn't want to cover him with plasters, and I seemed to be out of bandages, but I did my best.

"You're the bestest sexy nurse I've ever had," Kyle winked when I looked at him.

"You've had sexy nurses touching you?" I asked. Kyle laughed.

"No, only you," he replied as he chuckled. I smiled in happiness.

"Well, what a wonderful thing to hear," I replied. "I bet a certain someone would kill the guy who touches me next," I said playfully.

"This guy seems to be inlove with you, I applaud him on the type of girls he goes for," Kyle replied with humour. "And I'm pretty sure he'd do more than kill him,"

"I bet he would," I tidied away the items and put away the first aid box.

Suddenly, I was being crashed up against the wall. Kyle's body was tight against mine.

"You have an awful habit of pushing me up against walls," I said as his lips were just a hair width away from mine.

"I wouldn't call it awful," he stated. "I like seeing you here, I like feeling your body against mine," he whispered in my ear. I shivered. "I like feeling you shiver and twitch against me when I talk to you," his voice was raspy, and croaky, and it was enough to nearly make me moan.

"God," I breathed.

"You know, there's nothing I want more than to talk to you all night, or touch you all night, and feel you all night, but unfortunately, I need to go, before I lose my self control," he replied as he moves away from my body.

I nearly groaned in Fustration. Why did he have to start something he wasn't going to finish?

"You ass," I replied.

"Baby, be rational, I lose myself when I'm with you, but what I did just nearly made me lose all control," he said. "And I don't want to do that, not yet," he continued.

"I love you," I said. I meant it. I always did.

"I fucking love you, Cali, and when I leave, I hope you never forget it. I never forget it, I never will,"

"Leave?" I asked, beginning to panic slightly. He was going to leave? Leave me? He couldn't. He wouldn't.

"When I go to bed without you every night," he replied. "I want you to lie there and think of me,"

"I always do,"

"Like I think of you," he came back over to wrap his arms around me again into a tight embrace.

"I always do," I replied again. "Always,"

"Always," was his reply before he pecked my lips and led me back down to the front door.

"Have a good night, I'll see you tomorrow," he kissed me again, for longer this time. It always feels like the first time.

"Always, with you in mind," he then made his way over to his own house.

Was it weird that I missed him already? I sighed before making my way back indoors.

I made my way into the living room, to check up on my father. I was beginning to worry about him and the amount of work that he was doing. It was draining him, and I didn't like it. He was the only parent figure I had left and I needed him.

Mom was fully gone from my mind when Kyle was around, but as soon as he was gone, she always came to mind. I was just worried, about me, about Tammy and for dad.

Fortunately, my father wasn't asleep anymore, he was watching the tele with great interest.

"Hey daddy," I greeted. His face turned to me and he smiled slightly when he saw me.

"Hey baby," he greeted in return while holding his arms out and just like old times I jumped into his arms. He grunted when I landed in his lap.

"You're not as light as you used to be," he croaked. I rolled my eyes.

"Obviously not, dad, I grow," he sighed in reply.

"I know, why can't you just stay little and in my care?" he asked. I shrugged.

"It's life, and whether or not you like it, it happens and you need to accept it," he thought about it for a while, and soon nodded his head when he realised I was right.

"You're right, it's life. We all appear into the world, grow and then disappear from the world again," he replied as he looked at me.

"Don't go on about death, dad, I don't like it," and that was true. I never had done. It was just a touchy subject for me and I didn't really know why.

"Sorry, baby," it seemed as if he was putting on a brave face. Something was bothering him, I knew it.

"What's the matter?" I asked as I cuddled into my fathers chest. Since I was a baby, I had always laid in his lap in this position.

"I just miss you," he shrugged. I nodded my head.

"Don't worry, dad, work is work at the end of the day, but I miss you too, I never want you to leave, but I know you have to," I stated. My father sniffled and then I realised he was crying. I looked up into his eyes. "Dad? Did I say something?"

"No, no, love, you just remind me of my mother," it was a terrible excuse if one. "You talk to me like my mother used to, full of confidence, so wise, so mature,"

"Don't cry," I wiped his tear. "Dad," I whined as tears began to well in my eyes too.

I couldn't see my father cry, I couldn't witness it. I hated it, I couldn't look at him cry without wanting to cry myself. It was heart breaking.

"Now don't you cry too, never ever cry for me, promise me?" He questions. I nod as the tears begin to fall. "I never want you to cry for me, I don't want to see you upset, you just rememeber that," he sniffled.

"Oh, dad,"

"Hush, baby," he cooed. He took a strand of my hair. "Your hair reminds me of my mothers too, and your moms, just silky and long,"

"Moms?" I questioned as I wiped the last tear away. I sniffled slightly, but I was happy the tears had finally dispersed.

My hair didn't look anything like my mothers. My hair was a dirty blonde colour while my mothers was a dark brown. My father nodded anyway.

"When your mother was your age, her hair was a similar colour, infact, your hair reminds me exactly of what your mothers used to be," he said. "But you've got my eyes, and I see myself whenever I look at you," I stroked the ends of my hair. "But definitely out of everything, I love your hair,"

"Just like moms,"

"Just like your mothers," he sighed. "I'm sorry to see you go through what you did, I never knew she was mentally unstable, if only I knew, if only I wasn't away so much, maybe I could have read the signs,"

"Don't you blame yourself dad, I've still got you," he didn't reply. "Dad?"

"Yes, you've still got me, you always will have me, especially in the heart,"

"Right, here," I said as I laid a hand against my chest. My father followed.

"Right, here," he agreed. I threw my arms around his neck.

"I love you, dad, forever and ever," I stated. I could feel his tears pouring again against my shoulder.

"You've set me off again," he sniffled. "But I love you too, my beautiful daughter, forever and ever,"

Family love was something you always needed to keep. When in doubt, you go to them, when you need them, you go to them. Everybody needs family love, whether it a big family, or a little one like mine. Whether it's just your father, or your mother, or none. If you need them, you run to them. You should love them with your world, and even when you've got the love of your life just a few doors away...Never forget your family.

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