My Badboy Story

Chapter 2

After dropping off Jason I pull into my driveway and see a motorcycle in the driveway next door. That's strange cause nobody has lived in that house in three year, not since the old lady who lived there died.

The bike was a Harley. Oh that bike looked so nice! Slowly I find myself walking over to it, inspecting it from every angle. It was in amazing condition. My fingers tracing along every fine inch of the bike when a voice startles me "don't you know not to touch what isn't yours" I am so startled I jump back and trip over my own foot landing painfully on my ass.

Jake looks down at me laughing hysterically, ignoring him I start to move my ankle. Pain surges up my leg from my ankle. "Fuck" I say when I put pressure on the bone. I look up at jake, "when your done laughing wanna help me to my car to get me to the hospital?" He looks at me curiously, I point at my ankle "it's broken"

Immediately he sobers up and gently picks me up and carries me to the car. He sets me in the passengers seat and goes to start driving. "Your not crying" he says.

"No duh Sherlock! Way to state the fucking obvious!" I yell at him. Then sigh with my leg propped up on the dash board. "Sorry. I'm just in a lot of pain and no I am not crying, I don't cry" he looks at me strangely but keeps quiet.

We pull up to the hospital and he comes around the car to carry me in. He brings me in and sets me down on a chair and goes to the front desk.

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At about 6:30 jake and I leave the hospital with a new set of crutches a cast on my ankle and a hell of a lot of pain meds. I get in the passenger seat as Jake puts my crutches in the back. I look over at him "thanks for driving and staying with me" I say and smile at him.

Jake just nods and keeps driving. He pulls into my driveway and helps me to the front door. "You want to come in?" I ask.
He just shakes his head distantly.

"Are your parents home to help you?" I tense up when he mentions them but force myself to relax.

I shake my head "no their not. I'm fine. Thanks, bye." I get inside my house, manage to get upstairs and look out the window just in time to see into jakes room as he punches his fist straight threw the wall. The I fall on my bed and drift to sleep before I can question it.

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~~~ Jake's P.O.V.~~~

I punch my fist through the wall in anger as I think back on today. I had my suspicions when she didn't cry and then the doctor confirmed it! I can't seem to shake this burning anger. I saw her try to cover it up, but when she tensed up I knew it.

She's being abused. Someone, most likely a parent beats her. I knew something was strange with her, how she was distant but I didn't think it would be anything like this!

Who would hit such a innocent girl. It's just cruel. I need to do something to stop it but I don't know what I can do.

Then I got an idea and quickly grab my phone and dial the number. "Hello?"

"Hey Eli, I need a favor. Can you get me a number."