Locked up with the Badboy.

I take a seat on the floor in front of him, "What?"

He combs a hand through his dark hair and sighs, "This is a maximum security prison, the people here have killed babies, shot up schools , killed multiple partners and run crime rings and you, are saying that I'm mean? "


32. Forward

“Ben.” That word coming from my mouth is like water for a parched throat, duct tape for a broken heart. He grins, and takes a step back, which is hard because the only thing I want to do is cling to him. So hard we’ll never be apart again.

But his smile tells me it’s not serious so I just dangle my hands to my sides, Ben lifts up my chin, “You said you’d never kiss me again.”

Slapping his hand out of the way and pretending to pout as if he could ever annoy me I slip on a little frown, “You said you were leaving the country.”

“I was.”

“So…” I spread my arms out like a washing line, “So why are you here?”

He wipes a hand on his shirt, weilding a sledgehammer must be sweaty work. Especially if you’re using it to… I don’t look behind me, I don’t want to see Nigel again no matter what condition he’s in.

“I was leaving,” Ben begins, “Like… I actually made it to the airport, collected my tickets and stocked up on Canadian dough.” He looks downs, scuffs his shoe on the ground with a light, *squeak*

“They called all passengers to board and then all of a sudden I started balling my eyes out. It’s like something had broken through my emotional wall and just hit me right here.” He thumps his heart for emphasis, “And then yeah, everyone was shouting at me and I didn’t care. I walked out of that airport because I knew that if I never saw you again…”

Ben stops, fumbles his words and then tries again, “If you weren’t stupid and stayed here… No sorry I didn’t mean that I’m just trying to say…” He takes a deep breath. Looks into my eyes.

“I love you Clara.”

I’m standing in my parents broken lounge, there’s a probably dead guy on the floor, I’ve just been through one of the most emotionally traumatic experiences of my life but somehow, just wow. Ben’s picked me up and placed me in paradise.

 “Can you say that again?” I ask, before he can slip his arms around me.


“I’ve waited weeks.”

“Clara Van Oostradam,” He takes my arms, looks me in the eyes again and repeats those three massive words, “I love you. I love you more then I’ve loved anything. Which is what I’d give to never have to part with you again.

I kiss him, he kisses me. Fireworks explode and we ignore everything. The whole world disappears it’s just me and Ben.


We kiss and touch, push and pull. There’s a knock on the door, I don’t notice I just kiss Ben again. He laughs. His hands curl up my waist and while mine trail his neck. “I love you Clara,” he smoothly kisses my forehead.

“Open up! Police!”

We both react. Just not quick enough, Ben turns toward the door.

“Open up, we have you surrounded,”

Ben looks at me, “The O’vo would’ve shot us by now. Let’s get out of here.”

I nod, clasp his hand. I meant what I said about never letting go.

“I’ll count to thirty, if you do not come out un-armed we will shoot. 1 . 2 . 3 …”

Ben tears into my parents’ bedroom with me in tow, There are three cops outside the window, each covering a different exit. The same for Chris’s room.

“15 . 14 . 13...” comes the count from outside.

“Shit, shit shit, we’re stuck,” Ben says, “There’s no way out Clara.”

I nod, clasp his hand tighter, “What are we gonna do?”

Ben, the unsurmountable Ben shakes his head. “Lets go out.”

Holding hands, and heads hung low we walk out and into a circle of five rifles. Suddenly the whole world is screaming at us. Ben bows to his knees and I follow. But no matter how much they scream at us we don’t put our hands on our heads, we don’t want to let go. 

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