you're mine

chapter 31

The sensation of his fingertips on the top of my thigh is enough to send me into a coma. It is slow, slower than he has ever touched me. This gives me hope for our future. Even thinking it and not saying it out loud, I can hear how dumb it sounds. But the desperateness in his touch makes me believe he wont ever truly let me go. No matter who or what gets in the way. The more time I spend with him, the more talkative he becomes. Hell, the more talkative I get. I trust him more and more. I feel sorry for him. I can't say that to anyone, I wont. But I really do feel sorry for him because all his actions lead back to his childhood. For someone to kidnap someone, kill people, steal and a lot more.... there reasoning for it must be pretty big. Luca doesn't realise it is his parents fault he is like this, but I do. I know it is because anything good he has had has been taken from him at some point. He doesn't know how to feel remorse or empathy because he was never shown it. Maybe by his grandparents... but they were taken from him. He explained to me how they died on a cruise ship. Luca said he was glad they died together, in their last moment they held each other tightly and drifted off into an eternal sleep. I think about this a lot, Luca's childhood. I cant help myself, it just stays on my mind all the time. I hate that I don't even know the depths of it and I feel so bad for him. He doesn't tell me a lot of it, the abuse.

My breathing becomes heavy as his hand travels up my thigh.

"I love you." He mumbles before kissing my neck.

His head stays buried into my neck, leaving slow and sleepy kisses on me.

The heavy crashing of raindrops surround the car we lay inside of, it is peaceful and comforting. I wonder what is happening at home. Do my parents miss me? Does my brother know I've been kidnapped? Are they looking for me? They must be since the news talks about me every day. I wonder how long it will be before everyone goes back to their lives and moves on from me; from us.

My fingers roam gently through Luca's hair as he kisses my neck. The feeling of lying here with rain filling my ears and Luca taking a hold of my other senses, is almost indescribable. The only word I can use is.... Perfect. It all feels so perfect. I know I should not feel that way and people will hate me for it but I do. I can't explain why I feel this way or why i can forgive him for everything, but all I can say is he makes me happy. And that's enough for me.

After a while, Luca falls asleep against me. "Luca?" I whisper but he doesn't answer so I fall asleep myself with him on top of me.

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My body stretches along the backseat. I sit up and peer around for Luca. Panic starts to creep up on me but I push it down before it takes control. My sleeve comes over my hand to wipe away the condensation coating the windows. With one wipe, I see Luca sitting outside the car on the grass. He has layed down the removable lining from the tent on the soaked grass, preventing him from getting wet.

"Good morning." I smile as soon as I open the door. Luca looks up from the kettle and smiles at me. "Where did you get that." My brow furrows and my eyes examine the kettle.

"It was in the car when we took it. We have the creepy fisherman to thank for that. Coffee?"  Luca offers me a green cup.

"Thanks." I don't leave any time before grabbing the cup and drinking from it. It instantly warms me up. Luca stand up from the lining and switches on the car radio then returns to his seat.

"This is your 8:00 news." The radio plays.

"What do you want to do today?" Luca bites his bottom lip in wonder.

"Ice skate."

"No, definitely not." He shakes his head.

"You had fun! Please?" I desperately plead.

He groans loudly in defeat. "Fine. If we come across one."

"We are near Beakern, Right?"

"The town? Yeah I think it is around an hour away."

"Perfect! A girl transferred from Beakern rink to Colorado rink."

"Of course she did." Luca chuckles.

We both took our time drinking our coffee and another cup each after that. Once our coffee satisfaction was filled, we both got dressed in to clean clothes; which we don't have a whole lot of. I decided to wear a pink sweater with a white skirt. It was the type of thing I wore everyday at home, but being with Luca, I have explored different styles. More comfortable ones. Luca went with baggy jeans and a green sweater. His style is darker colours like green and black and his clothes tend to be oversized rather than fit, though he wears the occasional Henley shirt; which I cant deny suits him as though it was designed specifically for him.

"Do you know where the rink is in beakern?" Luca questions as he drives to beakern.

"No, I don't. But I think It is near a theatre If that helps."

"Not really, but I will take it.." He grins. 

Whilst Luca drives, I decide to look through the glove compartment. When I first open it, I see two boxes on top of documents. The boxes are labelled 'Zac's' and 'Mike'. I pull out mike's box first. It is all Cd's and a box of cigarettes.

"Cigarette?" I offer Luca.

"Is there a lighter?"

"Oh uhm" I rummage through the box under the Cd's. "Nope."

The Cd's are mainly country songs with the odd rock song from the 70s.

"Watcha got?"

"Kenny Rogers, Johnny Cash, Hank... something. I cant see because the label is washed off. And The who."

"The who? Well they're ok at least." He says, stating he thinks the rest are shit.

"Ok?"

"Yeah, not the best and not the worst." He shrugs.

I pull out the other box and look inside. "AC/DC, black sabbath, Guns and roses, 50 cent, tupac and... Christina Aguilera."

"I don't know who the chick is, hiphop sucks but the first three is good. keep them."

"You did not just say hip hop sucks. It is the best genre!" I argue.

"Mmm, if you're a gangster maybe."

"Ok I am forcing you to listen to hip hop."

"Princess I know what hip hop is, no need." He shakes his head.

"There is need, actually. If you don't like it, you didn't listen enough." I argue back to him on the subject.

I slip the CD labeled '50 cent and otherz' into the Cd port and press play.

"This is staying on until we get to the rink." I add.