[CLOSED] make you feel wanted...

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He wrapped his arm around her, hugging her close. He drove in silence until he got to her house. He figured he may as well keep his promise. He parked on the side of the road, then got out, helping her out of the truck. He looked at her in the light of the street lamp, and was overcome with sadness. He leaned down, kissing her softly, stroking her cheek.

"Everything's gonna be okay, Zoe. Be strong. Never let anyone take that away. If you can't be strong for you, be strong for me.. Keep carrying on for me, okay?" He looked into her eyes, wishing he had some way of staying with her, wished he wasn't dying.

'You promised me love.. Why did you have to give it to me like this?' Why did you have to trust the devil?

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey gazed up at him as they got out of the truck. she closed her eyes as he kissed her, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Okay.." She whispered softly. "I promise....for you.." She swallowed, hugging him close for a moment before gently taking his hand. Her mother wasn't home.

She led him to the door. "stay with me tonight Britton.." she whispered, unlocking the door.
She stepped into the dimly lit room, a note on the table that her mother wouldn't be home that night. Her adopted brother was curled up asleep on the couch, a white angel wing draped over him like a blanket. She bit her lip. "You can sleep in my bed..." Giving him anything he wanted, afraid that she might never see him again. "Do you still want that shower..?" She looked down, rubbing at a scraped palm.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"You're coming with me." He said, squeezing her hand gently. He followed her to the bathroom, and picked her up, sitting her on the counter. He began running a shower, making sure it was warm. He hopped up on the counter, sitting next to her.

"You go first. I promise I won't peek. I'll read this super interesting hand soap bottle." He said, picking up the hand soap.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey gazed at him, wincing as he picked her up. She watched him start up the shower, suddenly unsure and insecure, and climbed off the counter, pulling off her dirty shirt and her jeans. Now in bra and underwear, the bruises from the beating she had taken were visible. Hand marks against her ribs and hips, along her arms.

she unclasped her bra and slid off the lace underwear she was wearing, shivering faintly. She had never been so self conscious about her body considering what she did, even without being drugged or drunk.

She stepped into the spray of water, relaxing just slightly, letting it run over her for a moment.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt finished reading the hand soap, the shampoo, the conditioner, the hair spray, the back of the box of tampons he assumed her mother had forgotten, and was about to start counting the bristles on a toothbrush when he heard the water stop. He grabbed her a towel, reaching up and handing it to her over the curtain.

When she came out, he smiled at her, kicking off his shoes. "Better?" He looked down at the tattoo on his foot, then pulled off his shirt, having absolutely no shame. He started running the shower again, slipping out of his jeans and boxers. He almost wished he had clean clothes to change into, but shrugged it off. He stepped into the shower, letting it wash over him before looking down and realizing just how thin he was getting.

'Ah, I was always a scrawny one..' He thought, grabbing the shampoo.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"I'll be right back," she huffed. "I have something you can waer tonight, I can wash your clothes."
She headed into her room and opened her closet, pushing things aside, and pulled out a box labelled 'daddy', biting at her lip. 'I wish you would come home,' She thought dejectedly, pulling out a familiar pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, smiling as memories overwhelmed her. She closed up the box and put it back again, carrying the things back into the bathroom and climbing back onto the counter after drying off and getting dressed.

She waited for him silently, touching at her sore ribs again, wishing she could wash away the feeling of the guy's hands all over her body.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He stepped out of the shower, grabbing his towel. He dried off his hair before wrapping it around his waist.

"Oh cool, pajamas." He said, drying off quickly and pulling on the pants. He pulled the shirt over his head, then ran his hands through his hair. "No one looks attractive getting out of the shower." He said with a laugh. He followed her to her bedroom, looking around curiously. "I think the only other girl's bedroom I was in was my little sister's bedroom when she was an infant. She didn't have quite the tastes you do." He said with a smile. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at her, wishing so badly he wasn't so sick.

'I have never felt this way about anyone..' He thought.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled faintly. "They were my dads.." she breathed, gathering his clothes and throwing them in the wash so he would have them clean in the morning. She led him to the room, laughing softly at his words, glancing around at the posters hanging from her walls, different bands.

As he sat down she collapsed beside him, tugging her sweats higher on her hips, looking up at him. "Thank you...for actually coming to get me.." She mumbled. "I would've stayed there all night...Tony would have been so worried."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt nodded. "He's the boy on the couch?" He asked, then heard her thank him. "Don't thank me. Satan actually told me where you were at.. He gave me my love, just in a really fucked up way."

He laid back on the bed, his hands folded under his head. "I wish I had longer.. That I wasn't dying.. I really wish we weren't like this. Maybe I'd actually have a shot with you. Instead of knowing I can die at any minute." He sighed, looking up at the roof. He really did wish he had time with her, wished he wasn't dying. "You don't know just how bad I wanna be with you.."

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey nodded. "Yeah, he's adopted." She swallowed at his words, knew they were true, and scooted closer. "I'm sorry he did this to you..." She whispered softly, draping an arm over his chest. she didn't know why she trusted him so easy, never really trusted guys much anymore.

She hugged him close suddenly, cheek resting against his chest. "I dunno why I trust you so much.." She whispered softly. "I dunno why he's gotta do this to us.." She sighed softly, pulling the blankets up some, reaching over to flip off her lamp.