Saved by the bad boy

Chapter 4

Slamming the door shut I ran to the window to see him hoping the fence to go back to his house. He saw the bruises! I hope he doesn't tell no one I would be dead if he did, what if someone asks me what happens? What am I supposed to tell them?

I sprinted to the freezer to grab some ice and pressed it to the side of my face maybe it will help a bit. I heard footsteps coming from the living room taking a few steps out the kitchen I was met by a gasp from Rosie, her eyes wide as could be.

I couldn't stand the look of pity that covered her face after a second, she slowly made her way over to me examining my face even more before she spoke,"Emily what the hell happened and don't make up excuses for them I know they abuse you but why won't you say something to someone already?"

I opened my mouth to respond to her but nothing came out a huge lump presented itself in my throat and I couldn't help the sob that flew out of my mouth while I finally dropped to the ground. I tucked my head in my arms that I propped on my legs and just let it all go for the abuse, the loss of my father, and my pathetic excuse of a self.

Rosie softly wrapped her arms around me and pushed my head onto her shoulder, for a second I wanted to push away from her but I didn't. I don't get the change in her she was 22 years old but she never really talked to me let alone held me while I cried. I could hear her telling me it's alright and trying to comfort me but I thought no one would care, I felt alone the only time I felt as if someone cared was when my dad was alive but that was a year ago before the accident.

Rosie lightly grabbed my shoulders pushing me back a bit to look in my eyes and dried the tears still going down my puffy cheeks, she then spoke softly as to make me not flinch away "Emily I know what they do to you, I saw this morning but couldn't say anything. I want to help you, it seems as if you have no one but you have me!"

The tears streamed down even harder but I nodded my head before burying it in between her head and neck again but wincing when the bruises had started to hurt from the pressure aplied.

I sat there for a bit with Rosie still crying till I couldn't anymore my eyes felt heavier, she helped me up the stairs and to my bed before telling me she would see me tomorrow and try to stay out of their way also to ice my face when I get the chance.

After getting more comfortable in my bed I was just about to let sleep take over my body when I could hear what sound like drums I believe. Then I heard the cymbol before the beat continued which answered my question, slowly walking to the window I peeked through the curtains, looking across I saw "Nick" huddled over a set of expensive looking drums keeping a steady beat.

Taking another step to the window my foot slipped from under me trying to stay up I grabbed the curtains only for the to go down hitting a bowl on my desk that crashed down smashing on the ground also.

Jumping up from the ground to look at the bowl on the ground I now had to clean I totally didn't pay attention to the fact there was no steady beat of the drums anymore just silence. Getting onto my knees I started to clean up the pieces with my hands till a sharper piece sliced my hand open I hissed from the stinging sensation trying to stop the bleeding I grabbed the nearest article of clothing which was my shirt from yesterday and rapped my hand with it.

I then proceeded to grab the broom from my little bathroom and swept it up I could feel the blood seeping through the shirt I didn't think I cut it to bad but undid the shirt the started to make sure no little shards of glass where in it.

" You should get that checked out you know, you probably need stitches with how much it's bleeding, why would you try to clean it up with you hands when it practically shattered?"

Glancing up I noticed him leaning on the window sill looking straight at me it was weird not hearing his usual bullying type tone. I then turned around just playing him off as if there wasn't a person just staring at me, then I heard footsteps going further away a breathed a sigh of relief till I heard them start coming close again!

Turning around I saw Nick at the window with a first aid kit that he threw into my room then he proceeded to step his feet on the sill and leap towards my room pulling himself in by my window. I just stood there wondering what the hell is he crazy jumping through peoples windows?!?!

He then walks towards me and tells me to sit on my bed then grabs the first aid kit walks towards me and starts checking my hand out. He peers back in the kit and grabs what looks like a sewing needle and some type of medical thread and stitches my hand up, the whole time I just stare at him wondering how the hell he knew to do stitches and that I actually need them he's to young to be a doctor!?

"John is a doctor and I get hurt quite alot so after awhile of watching him tend to my wounds I know how to do it on my own, try to keep your hand clean don't do anything that you think might break the stitches" slowly walking back to my window he looked back smirking and said "you might wanna close your mouth before you catch flies" then leaped back over to his room. I walked back to my window and shut it then went back to my bed to sleep like I was going to when Rosie helped me up here!