Mockingbird

Her hands were rough and bloody,and her breathing was ragged as she perched herself high up in her favourite tree. Their tree. This was the place she'd had her first kiss. She remember it clearly, Christophe had coaxed her up before leaning against her and pinning her to the trunk of the tree. Every time since then, that was their hangout, high up in the tree, that had their initials carved into it. However this time she was alone, or she thought.

Despite the fact that she'd been having thoughts of past memories, she had been crying in frustration and hadn't noticed until he was there with her. She felt the familiar sting of pain in her face as she heard the smooth voice. "I went to your father's house but you weren't there." She didn't say anything. She leaned into him, wanting so bad to be back with her mother, despite the fact she'd have to leave him and her friends once again.

He wanted to know what was wrong, but she shook her head. She couldn't tell him, ever. She hated it here. Her mother was in England and she was stuck here with her cheating father. As if it wasn't bad enough spending the summer with him, but now she was expected to live with him?! It was unfair. After all, she was 17, she should have a choice. She stayed in her own thoughts, until she smelled something funny. Looking over to Christophe, she noticed he was smoking.

Glad he allowed her to join him, they passed the joint back and forth taking turns. Aeva felt great. She had nothing to worry about, no fucks to give. She let out a couple of coughs before the word around her begin to change. She leaned into Christophe and kissed him before laughing her ass off so hard, she almost fell out the tree. "I can fly! Watch!" she leaned over, prepared to jump before he grabbed her and pulled her back down. "Let's get down from here before you get hurt." he told her, smiling as she laughed.

As soon as Aeva was out the tree, Christophe took her to the cabin that she first gave herself away to him at. He prepared a load of junk food and sat down beside her on the couch. Before Christophe could even begin to eat, Aeva's high had almost worn off and she was on his lap making out with him as her clothes began to hit the floor.