The Bad Boy Won't Let Me Go.

I just need you to listen.

< Don't you think Lilah is gorgeous?!

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"But come on dad!" I argued.

"Nicole it's final. She's coming to look after you guys, we'll be back in a week." My father said.

"But we're old enough!" Nicky shouted.

"No you're not." My father argued.

"But honey, I think they're old enough to keep the house standing until we get back." My mother hugged my dad from the back.

"Are you sure?" My father turned around and kissed my mother's cheek.

"100%" My mother smiled. Nicky and I did the secret happy dance.

"Fine. You guys don't throw any parties! No having sleep overs! No coming home after curfew." My father said and they grabbed their luggage and kissed us good bye.

"You guys better listen to your father, please. I just saved you a week with Nana." My mother said.

"Of course." Nicky said and kissed my mother's forehead.

"We love you." Nicky hugged her and I kissed her cheek.

"Bye guys!" My brother and I waved at them as they left to the Bahamas for a vacation.

"Well we're home alone!" My brother ran back into the house and I followed.

"Well what do you want to do?" My brother asked.

"I'm actually going to the dance studio now." I grabbed my bag and car keys.

"You going to be okay?" He asked and I nodded. He kissed my forehead and went to his room.

I drove my new car to the studio in town because my motorbike is still in service so my father decided to buy me a Lamborghini.

I arrived at the dance studio and Gabriel my old dance teacher squealed and hugged me tight.

"Nicole! You're back?!" She screamed really loud.

"Hi Gabriel." I hugged her tight.

"Where have you been?" She looked down at what I was wearing.

"I changed schools so I couldn't really get her with the girls anymore." I sighed.

"Well do you want me to assess you?" She asked and I nodded.

After an hour of doing ballet Gabriel gave me my form back.

"You really need to keep practicing, your balancing has become bad." She sighed and I nodded.

"Well it's getting late, will lock up for me?" She asked and I nodded.

"Bye Gabriel." I waved and she waved and shut the door.

I got up and started practicing to To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra. I managed to do a flat stretch and fall back but getting up was a problem. I sighed and laid back.

"Well Tyler did mention that you're a great dancer." A familiar voice called out.

"Drew?" I called out and switched the lights on.

"What are you doing here?" I frowned and he sighed.

"I came to talk to you Nicole." He said and I sighed.

"I don't want to talk you." I said putting my leggings and sweater on.

"I just need you to listen. Please?" He begged.

"Fine." I sat against the mirror wall and he sat next to me.

"Okay, uhm fuck I'm telling you everything. Uhm I'm Andrew Parker, I'm turning twenty years old this year. I was born in London. My mother- my mother was raped and then she had me... She never really loved me-"

"Drew you really don't have to." I interrupted. He pushed his back and sighed.

"She never really loved me, I always spent time at Juilet's mother's house everyday of every year. Whenever I was with her, she'd cuss me out, she'd always mention how I remind her of the rape. When I turned 4 years old, she was sent to hospital. And that night, Juliet's mother came over carrying this small beautiful baby girl, Lilah-"

"Drew please." But he didn't stop.

"That same night I promised to keep Lilah safe and happy. When I turned 15, my mother, she killed herself, in front of me and Lilah. But Lilah was about 11 or 10, I remember every night since then, Lilah would scream in her sleep because she was having horrible nightmares about some man capturing her. On July the 3rd, 2010 Lilah ended up in hospital. She had severe had trumor ... that's when I began fighting for the money to pay for her medical bills. So in 2011 a group of men came over and kicked us out because we couldn't pay rent anymore. So Juliet's mother adopted us but when she died, Juliet couldn't take care of us because she was still in school. So I met Frank..."

"Drew? You don't have to say everything." But he shook his head.

"Frank is someone who I believed was my father, he started taking care of us. But one day, I had too much drink, I had every drug. I began to hurt myself and Lilah so every time she called Frank, he'd lock me up for 6 months and give me money then we move into a different club and call it our home. But he doesn't, so if I hurt Lilah, she will get killed." He took a deep breath.

"I need you Nicole."

"I just really need you in my life, you can't leave me please." He begged.

"Why?" I asked.

Drew's POV.

"Why?" She asked and I sighed.

"I have no fucken idea! You're weird, I have never felt like this." I groaned and got up to leave.

"Drew?" A small voice called out.

"Did you rape that girl? And you don't wanna take care of the child?" She got up and walked towards me.

"That's bullshit!" I shouted.

"The only reason why I became zoned out was because of my past, the fact that you mentioned rape just got to me." I explained and she wrapped her small arms around my waist.

"Do you want to help me finish?" She pouted, it's 11p.m. but who cares?

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Nicole's POV.

I secretly snuck into the house and my brother rushed to me.

"Are you insane?!" He shouted.

"What's wrong?" I frowned.

"What's wrong? Really what's wrong? It's fucken 4a.m. Nicole!" He shouted.

"I got a little carried away." I lied and he sighed.

"Well get some rest, I'm going out for my morning jog." He sighed and I nodded.

"I love you Nicky, more than anything." I hugged him tight.

"Hi Nicole." Lilah?

"Lilah?" I frowned.

"No I didn't sleep with your brother, he was just worried thinking that he lost you. So I just decided to come and calm him down." She shrugged.

"Oh. Lilah can we talk?" I asked and she nodded. We walked up to my bedroom.

"Drew told me everything, are you okay?" I asked and she frowned.

"Told you what?" She frowned.

"Literally everything, about your head trumor and everything." I said and she got up.

"No I don't need your sorry help or money." She banged the door and left.