Never would I have thought I'd have a girl in my house- in my bed of all places. Especially a girl this soft, fragile, and fucking hot. And cute, might I add. Right now? She's curled up in between my legs, fully hugging my thigh as I trace gentle patterns on her back.

I know she loves that, for some reason. She says it's my touch, soft and gentle. But these hands? There anything but. They've punched, held cigarettes, done dirty work. And she still says their soft.

I hear a bang downstairs- probably my drunk father falling on his ass or smashing up a wall. Either one, doesn't matter. I'm in my own fucking world, especially with this girl so close to me. And right now?

I think I'm realising. I love her. I'm in fucking love with her.

Yeah me. In love, Christian fucking Coles. Most popular names on the streets, mostly in bad ways too. But her? She doesn't know that. Cause I let her see the real me, I kept hidden away for so long.

But with her, it comes straight out. Even the dark parts, but she takes it. She knows me. And maybe? Just maybe?

She loves me too.