Road to nowhere - P29

Christy was sleeping in her bed. She could see her posters of evanescence and linkin park on the wall opposite the bed. She lazily yawned and stretched. She could feel the heat radiating from the body lying next to her. She smiled at the thought of it and shivered with excitement as she saw the packed backpack on the ground. Soon she would leave this place for good and never come back. She turned on her side and nuzzled into the chest of the young boy who lay next to her. Her foot playfully twined with the jean covered leg resting on the mattress. He put his hand on her arm and kissed her head affectionately as his hand moved on the soft skin of her arm. He took in her faint scent of wet earth and sighed. He thought of himself to be the luckiest person on earth.
"When are we leaving?" Christy asked, "I'm getting a bit worried."
"Don't you worry." the boy's voice was deep, "we'll leave as soon as you're ready."
She sat on the bed and stared at him. Her lips opened to a big happy smile. He raised his hand and brushed her lip with his thumb. She turned her head a little and kissed his thumb, taking the tip of his finger gently between her lips. She playfully bit on his thumb gently, applying as little pressure as possible. He sat up laughing lightly. He held her face between his hands and stared into her eyes. She sat there mesmerized in his affectionate gaze.
"God I love you," he whispered, "so much that it hurts."
Christy felt her heart sink in her chest. It always gave her a rush to hear this from him. She brushed his soft black hair out of his eyes and bent in for a kiss. Her soft lips smoothly glazed over his. She felt the cold metal of his lip piercing tickling the sensitive skin of her lips, sending a burning sensation down to her toes. He deepened the kiss, holding her face possessively between his hands. Christy was beginning to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and rush of adrenaline. She pulled back in slow motion as she panted heavily for air and let her head rest on his chest. She could hear his heart beat fast and wildly in his chest. She laughed.
"Boom, boom … boo boom, I can hear the music of your heart. It beats so fast as if you're high!"
He put his hand under her chin and brought her face back up to his.
"Well," he said, "your kiss is a perfect drug and it always gives me this perfect high. I think I am actually high!"  
She giggled and wrapped her hands around his neck.
"Baby?" she whispered.
"Yeah love?" he said.
"Waking up without you doesn't feel right."
"You won't have to do it anymore, not tonight, not tomorrow, never again."
"You owe me a favor, remember?"
The boy sucked his lip in playfully and made a little noise, letting her know he was thinking. He finally said, "Not sure about that."
Christy laughed and punched his arm.
"Jerk." She said.
"I can always quit tomorrow!" he said.
She started lying on the bed with her hands still wrapped around his neck, making him go down with her. He eagerly lay on top of her, not breaking the eye contact. She looked at the reflection of light in his dark eyes. She thought she heard a truck engine in distance. She was not sure so she told herself that she was mistaken, only her imagination.
"You know what?" she finally said.
"What?" his answer was short and abrupt.
"I don't think we're gonna make it."
"I swear that I'll be all you need, don't give up on me. You'll see, just don't give up on me. I'd be lying if I said that I'm not terrified, but we'll be fine. "
"Me too, but I trust you. I've been forced to call this place a home without you and I miss the sound of you laughing every time I close my eyes."
"Just stay quiet, breathe deep, breathe out, breathe slow," he whispered into her ear.
"I try to remind myself that we're gonna make it out of this town. It's gonna be a long, long ride, but I believe in you. My heart will never change, 'cause you're all that it beats for. You know I still get lost in your eyes with your lips and your kiss. You're all that I need. I won't be able to sleep tonight, just knowing that you're by my side keeps me awake."
The boy's face lit up. He kissed her one more time. His senses had gotten sharper and he felt the taste of her on his tongue. She tasted like the most forbidden and sinful drug he had ever taken.
He savored in her smell and taste, not wanting to part with it. He felt really high. He kissed a line from her lips to her jaw and then down her neck. He worked his way to her left shoulder, arm, forearm and then her hand. He held her hand in his and kissed each one of her fingers carefully until he got to her ring finger. He looked at the black ink penetrated deep into her skin. It was so fresh he could smell the ink.
"One day I'll put a real ring on this pretty finger, with a real big diamond. I swear I'll give you the sun and the moon."
She laughed and held her hand up to look at his gift. He had proposed and she had said yes. His gift was the small tattoo, his name, three modest letters. Since he didn't have the money to buy her an engagement ring they had decided on a tattoo and she had asked for his name. He lay next to her on his back and held his own finger up. He opened his hand and looked at the identical symbols on his own ring finger, only it was the word "forever" inked into his skin. She wondered if one day she would find this all silly and would regret having tattooed all these memoirs into her skin so that she could easily keep track of them, find them not far from her.   
"You are my world, my everything," he whispered, "One day you're gonna be the death of me, but I'd take a bullet for you and never think twice."
His lips moved so softly on hers, his breath was as sweet as the breeze on a hot day. Christy shivered.
"You taste so good," he said, "so sweet, like heaven, but damn you're just built for sin. We both are. Ask your uncle and he'll agree on that."
He started laughing, rather in a guilty manner. She thought she heard the truck engine get yet closer. She must have been wrong. Her uncle was on a short trip. They had chosen this day to leave because he wouldn't be around for a couple of days. She swallowed the lump in her throat and focused on how his fingers gently danced next to hers in the pale light.
"You parked your car on the front?" she asked in a low voice.
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing, just a bit worried."
"Want to leave a bit earlier?" he asked her.
Christy nodded and got out of the bed. She looked at the ground and took her jeans, which just lay there in a shapeless bundle. She found her t-shirt thrown in a hurry on the desk and held it in her hand. She handed the boy his black glasses. He put them on and looked at her mischievously.
"Wow," he bent forward and pulled her towards him, "wish I had put the glasses on sooner."
"Come on you big tease. Put your clothes on. Let's go."
He held her tightly against his bare chest and just stared at her with a smile. She thought she heard footsteps outside her door. She looked nervously at her closed door. The boy felt her pulse rise under his fingers.
"What's wrong Chris?"
"Nothing just thought heard someone outside my door."
"You're always worried. It's just your nerves. Chill out. Come on baby, chill out. Remember? Just stay quiet, breathe deep, breathe out, breathe slow."
He turned her face and his lips one more time glazed hers. She closed her eyes and her heart beat faster. As she began to think maybe he was right and she had been mistaken she heard it. The loud noise of her door being kicked open. It was like a bomb exploded. She held tightly to his neck and turned around. The door was forced open and all she could see was darkness rushing fast inside. She saw a hand, like the claw of a crow, come out of the pitch black darkness and grab her hair. The force pulled on her hair. She screamed loudly and felt her hands part with the boy's neck. The force sucked her into the nothingness. She tried to find something to grab hold of. There was nothing and she fell hard. She screamed desperately for one last time, "Ken!"
He had once told her, told her these exact words, "I'll keep on fighting, I'm fighting for you. If you'll just remember the promise you made."
She remembered the promise she had made, never give up on him. She would not, she would keep fighting. She just needed him by her side, to give her strength and courage. She waited for him to reach out and grab her, save her. She called out Ken's name one last time. This time there was no answer. He did not fight back for her. She fell deep down into nothingness.