Dark Moments

Chapter 1

The wind blows my dark brown shoulder length curls all around me. The sun burns its rays down on my dark mocha skin. My arms are wrapped around my boyfriend's waist as he weaves in and out of cars on his motorcycle. His caramel skin is warm and his brown hair reflects the light off of his man bun. He pulls off the busy street into his subdivision. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I feel Christian chuckle and we pull to a stop in his driveway.

"You staying here tonight baby," Christian asks me and pulls me into his side. We walk towards the front door and I tell him yes. We walk in and we're greeted by his bulldog, Gory. Yes, his name is Gory.

"Hey Gory, I say bending down to pet him in between his ears. He licks my hand and Chris smiles down at us. His mom calls to us from the living room. Chris' mom is so nice. I like staying the night over here better than I do at home. I feel some type of joy and appreciation towards my presence here than the one I usually receive at home. Don't get me wrong my twin, Nathaniel, makes me feel appreciated but we're usually never home to comfort each other. The house shelters people, our parents, that are dangerous. I pick up Gordy and walk over to hug Chris' mom. She's always happy to see me. I don't know how she deals with Chris, honestly. He's been in and out of juvie for years now. He's technically on parole right now. I follow Chris upstairs to his room and he shuts the door after me. I sit Gory down and goes and lays in the corner next to Chris' bed.

"Did you do your homework," I ask Chris. He chuckles and tells me, " No. What's the fucking point?" I shrug and finger through my clothes on the left side of his dresser. I've been slowly moving in for months now. Chris doesn't mind, he knows I hate going home.

"Baby, come here," he says in his deep voice. It bounces off the walls of his rooms and sends good chills over my body. I do as I'm told and Chris pulls me in between his spread legs. We're face to face even though he's sitting. He's very tall and I'm not. He kisses me and bites my lip before pulling away.

"I wanna do something with you tonight," Chris tells me, pulling me onto his lap. I sigh because I planned on sleeping before school. I usually don't get any sleep before school. Good thing tomorrow's Friday.

"C'mon baby, it'll be fun trust me."

"Does it involve me sneaking out with you or anything illegal," I ask him. His voice gives me butterflies as he says he can't tell me that. He keeps listing reasons why I should just say yes and I eventually give in to him. He's adorable when he's begging me. Every bad boy has his weakness and I guess I'm Chris'. Chris is reaching in his box on his desk. I sit next to him. He pulls out a bag of weed and I cough at it. That shit is strong as hell. He gets rolling paper and hands it to me.

"Can you roll it for me, doll," he asks and I nod. I don't know why but he loves when I roll his blunts. I roll one and hand it to him. I light it and Chris inhales and then blows out. I ask if he wants another one and he tells me he does. I roll another blunt for him. I wait until he's finished with the first one to hand him the next one. I light it for him. He asks if I want to hit and I shake my head.

"I'm tired," I tell Chris. He lays on his bed and tells me we can nap for a while. I lay with my back to his chest and he pulls me closer. Chris tells me to give him the remote and I do as I'm told. He turns on Netflix and puts on this show called Dexter. I fall asleep almost immediately.

I feel like I've only been asleep for thirty minutes but turns out it was actually three hours. Chris kisses my neck and I open my eyes and groan. His voice is low and husky from sleep.

"How'd you sleep, doll," he asks me. I tell him fine and sit up. Netflix is still playing but it's now dark outside. My stomach growls and I stretch. Chris is playing with my hair.