Fallen For My Kidnapper (COMPLETED)

Chapter 43 - Be Mine

"Marcus," I breathed as he pushed open the doors. The inside was a large room, probably considered a ball room if it weren't covered in cheesy decorations that you would find at a normal school dance. Marcus walked be further in to where there was a spot on the floor for us to dance. I looked up at the blue lights. "I can't believe you did this."

Marcus pulled me to him, his hand going around the my back and his other taking my hand. If I was tall enough I would have been looking over his shoulder, but instead I just leaned my head on his chest. 

"I know that you were looking forward to prom, and it was my fault that you didn't get to go."

"You can't blame all of this on yourself," I said, looking up at him as we swayed back and forth to music playing in the background. 

"No, but as you very clearly said, I went about it all wrong." I laughed. 

"At least your idea had nothing to do with killing me. I do appreciate that one." We both chuckled for a moment before we fell into silence again. My mind went to my hand that was heated completely in his. 

"I'm sorry that I yelled at you when Zach brought you back," Marcus mumbled into my ear. I shrugged. 

"What I did was-"

"-idiotic?" I laughed. 

"Sure, idiotic. You had you reasons."

"I wasn't angry. What you did for my family was something that I am never going to be able to repay to you. I was...worried."

"There was nothing you needed to worry about."

"I had everything to worry about. I thought that you were gone. I thought that Newman was going to hurt you...and he did," I felt Marcus tense in my hold. I stopped dancing, putting my hands on either side of his face. 

"I'm here now," I told him. I could still see everything haunting him, and I couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much. I remembered the first real conversation we had in my room of my house. I had hated him so much. I had thought that he was an emotionless man that wanted nothing but what pleased him. 

Now I knew that he was guarded, not emotionless. He had been hurt, just like I had been. I never imagined I would find anyone that would understand what I had been through. 

"I know what it is like to feel like you can't trust anyone," I told him. "It's lonely, and you feel paranoid. Suddenly friendly Sally turns into back stabbing Stacey. But if there is one thing that I have learned from all of this, it is that the most unexpecting people can turn into someone that you trust with your life," I looked up at Marcus, trying to get him to understand that it was him I was talking about. I trusted him.

Marcus leaned down, kissing me more deeply than he ever has before. His hands grabbed my hips, holding me to him as I ran my fingers through his hair. I waiting for the visions of Newman to come, but they didn't. I pushed down all of my walls, letting all of them fall as I kissed Marcus. 

"Wait," he said, pulling away and putting his forehead onto mine. "I need to do something first."

I looked at him in confusion. 

"Be mine," he said. "Please." I slowly began nodding my head, smiling and kissing him again. I couldn't help but continue to smile through our kiss. I couldn't think back to a moment that I had felt this happy, this content with anything. 

"Can we go back to your room?" I asked. 

"I don't want to push you," he said. I smiled. 

"You won't." After spending less than an hour at a dance that I had been looking forward to my entire life, Marcus took my hand and we left. As we went back through the halls to upstairs, I wondered where Rylee had gone off to and if she had been alone all day, or if she even came downstairs for dinner last night.