"Jocelyn." Her voice was slowly raising but I was already walking towards my closet, packing a bag for the week. I knew she could hear me opening drawers as the door knob began to jiggle faster, "You're not leaving.. Jocelyn!" The door shook against its hinges as she kicked it hard. I gasp and quickly cover my mouth before rushing towards the bathroom and grabbing my essentials before rushing to throw them in my duffle bag.

"Open this fucking door! Now!" Her fists beat against the door repeatedly as she desperately tried to force the door open.

I toss my bag on the fire escape before turning back to my desk. I grab a pen and paper before writing a note and leaving it there for her to read when she finally busts in.

I look at the door and gasp at the splintering cracks traveling up and down the thick wood. Her eye looked through the crack, "I said you're not leaving!" She screeched before pushing the rest of the door in, throwing splinters of wood everywhere.

I reach for the window but it was too late as her hands wrapped around my throat, "You stupid bitch!" Her face turned red with red as she began to tighten her hands, "All you had to do was fucking listen but no!" Her hands morphed into a mans as her brown eyes turned blue. Her skin lightened as a familiar mop of deep brown curls sat on-top of a man head, "Why did you leave me?!" he yells as my head began to lighten. "I o-only hit you because you didn't listen! Why did you piss me off?!" He screamed as he began to shake my violently. "I'll make sure you never leave me again! Neve-"

I gasp as I sit up in bed, my chest heaving as my hands gripped at the sheets, trying to root my mind back to reality. Blackness was all I could see, making fear run up my spine, "Dion?.." I call out softly, earning but silence in return.

My fingers nervously play with the bandages on my arms, making my chest pang with sadness.

Sitting in the dark was never comfortable for me. Many find relaxation in the depths of an empty room but my mind was the exact opposite. An all black room was limitless to what my imagination could conjure to scare me or make me feel worse. As if on cue, my mind began to picture the events of tonight. Alicias angry face, the broken door, the note I left.

Him.

I roll over and face the door way, the soft light of the tv was the only thing keeping me rooted from sinking further into the dark room.

The bed looked felt and empty in the darkness of the room. I look towards the living room before back at the bed. "I dunno.. I-I'll just sleep on the floor." I grab a pillow and blanket before quietly making my way towards the living room.

Dion snored softly as he faced the tv. His arm over his eyes as the other rested on his stomach. I nervously stand next to him, fighting the urge to wake him up for comfort.

"He gave you a whole bed and you're out here.." I guiltily hug my pillow tighter before turning back to the room. The door was slightly ajar, letting me see the black abyss waiting for me.

A soft whimper left my throat as I look back towards Dion who's hand had slid off his stomach. Every cell in my body craved to be in his arms once again.

He had this magic touch that didn't leave me feeling dirty or nasty.. He made me feel loved and special.

A soft sigh left his lips as he adjusted himself, his snores stopping and becoming soft breaths. I lay my blanket and pillow down on the floor next to the couch before happily laying down. I reach up and grasp his hand gently in mine before laying my head down to finally rest.

"Good night, Dion."

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The urge to pee rudely woke me up from my much needed sleep. I slowly sit up and pause as a groan sounded next to me. I look over at Dion, his face stuffed in his pillows as his hand rested on my lap. I silently scream before grabbing it gently and putting it on the bed, "What the-?" I look around the bedroom before looking back at Dion, who now sported a little pout on his soft lips.

"Go back to sleep." He grumbles and moves to grab me again, making me giggle as he rolls me into his side. "I gotta go to the bathroom." Unwrap his hand and smile as he huffs and finally opens an eye to look at me, "Make it quick." He grumbles and I smile, "Yes, sir." His eyes darken as the corner of his lips lift up to a smirk, "Go 'head." I didn't need to be told twice as I rush my way to the bathroom.

By the time I got out he hadn't moved at all. His eyes watched me silently as I stood in the doorway. I nervously play with my hands as I look down, "Hi.." I mumble softy and he chuckles before grabbing the blankets and peeling them back, "Don't be shy. C'mere." It was more of a command but his soft voice was undeniable as I made my way to the bed, "Okay.." I mumble softy and climb in next to him.

He lets the blanket fall before pulling me into his chest. I gasp softly and listen to his soft laugh, "You cute.. and small." He squeezes me closer tighter and I pout, "No I'm not." He raises a brow, "Then what are u?..Exactly." He doesn't give me time to respond before stuffing his face back in the pillows. "I'm not small and I'm not cute.. I'm just quiet." I pout and he peeks at me, "So you talkin back now?" He faces me and I nod my head, "Yup." I fight the smile threatening to appear as he sat up in bed.

His top was shirtless, letting my eyes roam up and down his strong muscular chest that was littered in beautiful tattoos. I would have reached out and touched them if it wasn't for the tickling fingers at my sides. I laugh as I squirm in his grip but he was relentless as he pulled my chest against his and attacked my sides. "Stoooop!" I whine through laughter and he shakes his head, "Say you cute and I will." He smiles as I push against his chest, "N-No!" He flips us so I'm on top, my thighs cradling him as he began to tickle my belly.

I squeal and grab his hands, holding them down against his chest, "Okay!.. I'm cute.." I mumble the end, completely out of breath. He smiles boyishly, "That's what I thought." I sigh softly and catch my breath, "You're not fair.." I pout and look down at him, "Dont care." He shrugs his shoulders with a small smile.

Hardness under me made me squirm, "What the heck.." I pout and place my hands on his chest, "Your phone is in the way... it keeps poking me" I whine as I try to adjust myself in his lap, making his hands grip my hips tighter, "Stop." He snapped softly, making me freeze in my spot.

My mind screamed for me to get off as his eyes locked into mine.

"You're too fat.. you're hurting him."

"He touched your belly.. he knows.."

"Get the hell off you're killing him!"

"You spacin out." He finally speaks and I shake my head no quickly. "Yes you were.. I saw that look in ya eyes." His thumbs drew small circles on my hips, "What were you thinking?" I shrug lightly and look away from him, earning a small growl as his hand lightly slapped my thigh, "Stop. Look at me." My eyes snap to his and it took everything in my body not to shed a tear as my mind continued to scream at me.

"You pissed him off!"

"Why can't you do anything right?"

"He thinks you're weird!"

"Now you tearin up.. Come 'ere." His hands moved up to my back as he brought my down to him, laying my head on his chest. "I ain't mean to scare you.." he mumbled softly in my ear. "I-I'm sorry.." I mumble back and let a little tear fall. His hand rubbed slow circles on my back as he sighed softly,

"What you sorry for? Hm?" He hummed softly as gently played with my hair. A soft sigh left my lips as my body began to relax against him, "Bc I'm heavy and fat.. A-And annoying.." I could go on forever but I stopped myself as another tear slipped down my cheek,

"No you not." I could hear the disapproval in his voice, "You adorable and you thick. You ain't fat." I sit up in his lap and point to my belly, "Fat." He rolls his eyes, "You got all that thigh and ass.. Ain't nothin wrong wit a little tummy, J." My cheeks burned as I look away at my hands that rested on his chest, "Yes there is.. I want it gone." I frown and he moves his hands to rest on my thighs, "Ya lil ass tummy is cute. I like it." He slowly slid up to rub up and down my sides.

"I'm too heavy." I look back up at him and fight the smile threatening to break out on my lips at his confused face. "You in my lap right?" I nod my head, "Then you not heavy." He says in a duh tone before resting his hands on my hips. He squeezes gently and smirks, "Ain't nothing wrong wit you." I shyly press my face into his chest, trying to calm my racing heart as every bone in my body ached to be touched all over.

I haven't felt like this in so long.

I felt like a childish girl with her crush. Too shy to make the first move but hoping he will.

"What you thinking about?" He grabs my attention once again and I giggle at his little pout, "You." His lips lift to a soft smile, "Same."