I've been taken...(guy needed)

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    "What is weong with you? You know fine. I promised I'd be good but that doesnt mean I wont be stubborn. It comes natural you know?" Cris smirked at him and walked away. Flopping onto the bed facs first she took in the sweet smell of the comforter. Hating to admit it she loved the way they smelled. He smelled. Knowing on smell was a cologne her boy freind used the other one her brother had used. Both were very different but he mixed them together and they worked.

    Hank ingored her as he made himself eggs. The ran to him since it smelled food and he shoved it away. He liked scrambled eggs the best, its what his mother made him. She always added something secret that made them taste good. He walked over to the couch and sat, begining to eat the eggs while sipping water.

    Cris actually found herself falling asleep. Even tough her stomach rumbled the teen ignored it curling up under tha covers and stuffing herhead in the sheets. Cris's head rested on the pillow and she completley forgot she was supposed to be agianst Hank. Her mind had gone from awake to asleep.

    Shivering wildily Cris wondered for only a few moments if Hank was to blame because she asked about him to her frrinds. Findingit strnage that her mom was on at that she thought she was an olympian.

    Bump!

    Hank sighed, tossing and turning restlessly. His mind filled with bad thoughts and dreams ad he made slight grunting noises. He finally stood up, walking towards the kitchen. He ran his fingers through his hair uneasily.

    Cris opened her eyes. Shehadnt been asleep either. Home sickness was kicking in and it hurt like someone stabbing her. Getting up and followinghim Cris turned on the kitchen light. "It's one in the morning. Want me to make us some breakfast?" She yawned and stretched.

    "It;s one in the morning, go to bed." He said, sitting on the counter. His eyes shut slightly. He balanced himself on the edge of the counter, biting his lip. His hands drummed a slight rythm on the marble top counter

    "Dont be so cranky. You have no rights. Now I on the other hand do." Cris scowled pointing her finger at Hank. Then slighty she started to hum to hi drumming. Instinct kicked in to get the guitar but she foughtit. Cris wasnt happy to be here. Putting her hood on she walked back to the big bed and crawled under the covers. She was really cold. Hank had probably done that on purpose. To have her fall asleep but be really cold so he could comfort her in the night. For an hour she fought the urge to fall asleep unitl she finally did still shivering and tightly grabbingthe covers.

    He sighed as she walked away and grabbed a book out of his cabinet. He flicked through a few pages, reading a bit. He sighed. It was his favorite book since he was a kid. He read it slowly, browsing a few of his favorite pages.

    Lips slightly parted. Eyes softly closed. Cris looked so peacefulasleep in the bed exept for her hands gripped around her sides and llegs tucked all the way up. Occasioanolly she would squirm and almost cry out slightly. Her nightmares worse than before.

    Squirming agian she sat up quickly and looked around frightened. Panicked almost. Soft liks from Tbo was what had woken her. Agian the puppy had saved her from the dark world. For a few moments Cris was confused than saw Hank and put her hands to her mouth. Looking at the ground she muttered, "Sorry."

    Omg so sorry!i got confused!


    Sitting up Cris felt her self gasping for air as a scream peirced the house. She grabbed her sides and looked around scared out of her mind. The once normal not scary nightmares were a thousand times worse. Cris wasnt sure if she could take it any more. Confusedshe saw Hank and remembered everything. Tears filled her eyes as her neon gaze met his.

    Hank looked away, his ears filling with the barking of the dog. "I hate animals." He muttered, walking towards the bathroom. He opened the door and picked up the dog by the collar. He carried it towards the front door, opening it and practically throwing the hound. He slammed the door, ignoring the whimpers of both the dog and Cris.

    Holding her knees to her chest and pressingher back agianst the wall Cris felt the urge to go calm the puppy ran throughout her veins but Cris hid it. The dog was the only thing keeping her calm. Tbo was always there for her. Always. Shaking her head Crissighed and looked over at Hank agian. "What did I do?"

    He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I don't like dogs. I'm already allowing you too much." Hank said, laying onto the bed and closing his eyes.


    OOC: Sorry, my Muse has been bad lately aha xD

    Ooc:it alright sometimes i have like these blomde moments and i only put down four words! XD


    Cris nodded simply and felt her heart tearing. Tbo was the only thing left since her parents could care less about her. Heading for the guitar Cris suprised herselfby notreaching for the bow and arrows. No instead she mearly played with the strings not daring to sing even though she desperatly wanted to.