We made it, and we’ll never have to go back to those days.

This is our life now. This is the life we’ve made, and I’m going to live every minute of it with as much pleasure as I can.

It’s been a long time when he shudders out another orgasm, his mouth open on my neck.

“Good?” I ask, half-asleep. I don’t think I can stay awake anymore. It will feel so good to sleep and dream next to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, but there’s something in his voice that makes me think it’s not entirely true.

But I don’t ask… and instead my mind wanders back to Dean.

DEAN

When the police car pulls up in front of my house, my first thought is to run. My heart pounds and I know I’ve been reckless and in the back of my mind I know it’s going to end with bloodshed or prison.

I’ve always known that’s what I’m destined for.

The cops aren’t going to help. I’ve known that since I was in school. Even if a bunch of kids show up at the station and beg for help, they’ll refuse.

I’m not a kid anymore and I’m not the one who needs saving.

My head pounds and I can barely remember last night. Time blurs and all I know is the pain and flashes of what must have been.

If they wouldn’t help me then, they sure as hell won’t be on my side now.

I don’t run as I let the blinds go. They close and I wait.

I don’t want to give them any reason to run after me. My heart races, adrenaline forced through my veins.

The lights on the car flash silently, lighting the whole street in blue and red.

They wait and wait and all the while I wait too, getting more and more anxious. Wondering what exactly they found that brought them here.

The lights go off.

Two cops climb out of the car in the dark of the street, talking to one another. They look around my neighborhood.

I swallow my defensiveness. I didn’t do anything wrong, I try to convince myself of the lie.

They come up the sidewalk slowly. That’s a good thing, right? If they wanted to pull something, they’d have come in fast so I didn’t have a chance to get away.

I don’t have to answer, I think. I debate on what to do, but fuck, part of me just wants this to end. The thought is quickly silenced by the image of her.