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fell because you look as though you’re from heaven baby?’ I had giggled like a schoolgirl and had clearly gone scarlet red in the face.
    We had developed a close relationship from then on, eventually becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.
    After three months of living with him we had sat outside on the porch one night watching the night sky, I told him what had happened to me and he told me about his life with his mother.
    She used to beat him, let her friends have sex with him, force him to smoke weed and take cocaine. That was the first time I had sex with him.
    He had kissed me slowly and deeply on the porch step, running his hands through my hair and holding the back of my head, his other hand roaming my body.
    He then stood taking my hand and guiding me quietly through the house to his room, where he persisted to make my body come alive. Kissing every inch of my skin, making love to me so deeply and sensually I forgot the world. It was the first time I had been intimate with anyone. It had taken me too many years to get over what my father had done, I wasn’t sure I was even ok now, but David stirred things in me I didn’t know existed, he made my stomach flutter, my knickers dampen and my sex clench.
    He was sexy as hell. Shaved head, deep blue eyes that held a lot of pain, tattooed arms and far too much stubble on his jaw for somebody his age. He was old before his time, the maturity, looks and body of someone in their twenties, not a seventeen year old boy. Since coming to the house he had spent the last three months busting his arse at the gym that the social services provided his membership with, he worked in the local garage helping the old guy fix cars up and when he wasn’t there he was playing footie with a few of his old buddies.
    When he had held me in his strong arms and pulled me into him, his scent intoxicating me, I had stared into his blue lagoons and begged him “Kiss Me.” I needed to feel him on me, in me and around me.
    I had begun to fall in love with David, we spent almost every waking second with each other, both of us healing one another and bringing the best of each other out. He was becoming my whole world pretty quickly. I lived and breathed David. I slept beside him at night, watching his beautiful face as he dreamed, watching his chest rise and fall. He was my soul and my every breath.
    With that said, this brings us to me running away.
    Early on a Friday morning in September David approached me; I was making breakfast for the family.
    “Morning baby.” Kissing my hair he whispered in my ear.
    “Morning yourself.” I kissed him back on his lips, wrapping my arms around his strong neck. I could still feel him on me from the previous night where he had once again owned me entirely as he had buried himself with me and made love so deeply and passionately I feared nobody would ever come close to him.
    “I need to tell you something, but you have to promise me not to freak.” His eyes searching mine for any clue at how I was feeling.
    “O-ka-ay.” I said slowly.
    “I have to go and see my mum today, she isn’t doing so well.” Okay now I was pissed, his ‘mother’ had used and abused him from birth until he finally got brought here at sixteen. She had got him hooked on weed, beat the shit out of him every day, fucked with his mind so much that some nights I could feel him trembling and could hear him crying in his sleep. And to top it all off she lived in the roughest estate in east London, at least three lots of people were out to get David after he had to report them to the police for dealing heroine just so they’d back off from his mother.
    This was so not going to happen, over my fucking dead body.
    “Not fucking happening babe.” I told him sternly.
    “I know you don’t want me near her or the area but I have to see her, the doctors called and said she may only have a few weeks to live, the cancer has finally caught up and has basically latched on everywhere in her