Saving the bad boy

Chapter 7

I walk slowly to his room. Thoughts clouding my head... it's all your fault, you should just do him a favor and leave, you caused him this pain, he's better off without you.
I reach the door and just stare at it for a minute. I can't open it not yet. I was so anxious to see him yet I was terrified. I pulled out my phone and looked at our picture from what's now last night. We were so happy and I may have ruined that all. I slowly open the door to find brandon sleeping. I sit in the chair beside him and begin to talk to him even though I know he can't hear me. "I'm so sorry I did this to you brandon it's all my fault and I will find a way to make it up to you. My dad is dead now so I don't have to run anymore. I think it's best if I move out and go back home. And whatever we are I think it's best if we just forget about it cause I do is cause you hurt and pain. I'm sorry brandon. I have to go. Goodbye." I leaned down to kiss his forehead and leave when strong hands grabbed my wrists. "You are worth all the pain. Don't leave me it is not your fault. You haven't hurt me once you have done nothing but bring me joy and happiness. Yeah I may have been shot but I'm fine, I'm fine and this story is awesome it makes me look like a hero." My eyes met his and I began to cry. I cut him off and said "Brandon you are my hero." He replied again "good that's what I want to be i want be your protector, your hero, the only man in your life. Look I know it's only been a couple of messed up weeks we have known each other but I am not ready to let you go and I may never be ready because... because.... I think I'm falling in love with you." I smiled and kissed him. Our first kiss. It was short but passionate. When I pulled back I said "so I guess I'm not moving out. But the school called and I need to go back. But I don't wanna do it without you. They said I have 2 weeks to get my stuff together and then I have to start going again.i really don't want to start alone."
"The doctor said I will be released tomorrow and will be in bed rest for a week and can go back to school in two weeks. This works perfectly!" My smile was ear to ear. "So what's happening with your dad?" He asked cautiously as he held my hand. "He's... Umm... he's dead." "Oh how? was it me? All I remember is hearing you yell and me coming in to find your dad holding you and then you kicked him and you ran into my arms. Then I don't remember."
"He shot himself after he thought he shot me." I looked down not really upset about my dad but upset at the trouble I caused Brandon and I began crying. "Hey. Hey. Bel look at me. Why are you crying?" "I'm so sorry" was all I could croak out. He grabbed my head an pulled it to his chest "it's not your fault, I'm fine okay? You didn't do anything wrong." I climbed in the hospital bed with him and just laid. We remained that way till he was released.