The Bad Boy Won't Let Me Go.

revenge.

"You live here?" I asked and he sighed.

"Fuck Nicole. I'm not perfect, rich and wealthy. I do shitty stuff to get money for food and clothes. This is who I am." He said leaving the car. I ran after him and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me upstairs.

"Please don't leave, just stay here. I'll bring you some warm clothes and food. Please just don't leave, and try to be really quiet. I'll be back later." He said shutting the door. I sat on this comfortable bed and stared at the dull room. There were clothes everywhere. Burned drawings on the wall and then a picture, a painting of a woman, long curly brown hair, green eyes and chubby cheeks. I stood up to look at the burned drawings and tried to figure what it was. It was one portrait. Papers stuck together making one large picture. It's a drawing of many people on a path leading to wide open gates and beneath it was a man holding a chain and where he was standing, there was fire. And I think that's why the paper is burned... The door swung open revealing this beautiful little girl, short curly brown hair and beautiful skin.

"I was told to bring you some warm clothes. You must be Drew's girlfriend?" The girl asked.

"Uhm thank you but I'm not his girlfriend." I said taking the clothes she handed me.

"Wow! Then you must be special because Drew never asks me to bring clothes for his one night stands." The girl said and I stared in confusion.

"I'm just his class mate and we have a project together." I said and she just nodded.

"I'm so rude, hi, I'm Lilah, Drew's little sister." She said smiling at me and I nodded.

"Hi I'm Nicole, Drew's class mate." I said and she nodded.

"How old are you?" I asked and she smiled.

"I'm seventeen this year, you?" She asked.

"I'm also seventeen this year, but how old is Drew?" I asked and she laughed.

"Drew is Ooold! He's like nineteen this year." She tapping my shoulder.

"Oh, mh okay."

"Okay, so I'll bring your food upstairs." She said leaving the room. I got you to see the painting of the beautiful woman. Something caught my eye, she also has a scar on her collar bone. At the bottom of the painting is a signature, a famous signature. Of Picasso. How the hell did Picasso sign this?! Isn't he like long gone? But in bold letters.

Remember me, son, remember me.

I started changing into the clothes Lilah gave me. Drew budged in and I quickly grabbed my sweater.

"Don't you knock?!" I screamed and he laughed.

"Not when entering my own room." He replied and walked past me to bathroom.

"Get changed, we have to go." He said and I groaned.

"This is too much for me Drew, I'm a baby, I need to sleep!" I shouted and he stepped out carrying a bag.

"Come on, please. You'll like the place better." He said packing my other clothes inside the bag.

"I need to at least tell my mother that I'm okay, because I know she's probably freaking out." I said and he nodded handing me his phone.

"Hi mother, I'm okay, no! I'm great, I'll be home Monday after school, I love you." I left her a message coz her phone was off so she's probably still at the hospital.

"So you're ready?" He asked and I nodded.

After driving in the night for 2 hours now. Drew was so focused on the road and I was about to doze off when my phone started vibrating really hard.

"Nicole! Get your ass home! Now!" My brother shouted through the phone.

"Oh hi Nick, are you home?" I asked and he clicked his tongue.

"Where the fuck are you?!" He screamed. Drew grabbed my phone.

"Nick, your sister is safe with me. She'll be back on Monday." Drew said and hung up.

I sighed and jumped over to the back to sleep.

***

I woke up to the a perfect view of the beach and blossoming flowers. I stared at my surroundings and I was on flippen yacht, how did I even get here? I checked my phone and had 37 missed calls from Katie. So I called her and she instantly answered.

"NICOLE!!!!! What the hell?! You're spending your weekend with a stranger?!" She screamed.

"Katie what are you talking about?" I asked and she groaned.

"Well Nick called to tell me that you're okay with a guy called Drew. So I searched for him on Facebook and found a picture of you sleeping." She explained and I gasped.

"Really?!" I shouted.

"It's all over! Like every where!" She shouted and I hung up and logged into my Facebook account.

"Drew!!!!!" I screamed.

"What?" He groaned.

"You posted pictures of me? Why?" I asked and he started laughing.

"You're cute when you're sleeping." He whispered.

Revenge shall be sweeter than honey!

I took this chance to run, run away from this stranger and never return.