The Bad Boy And His Baby

Chapter 9

I'm so tired and my pace gets slower as I walk. I take a break to sit on the sidewalk and rest my feet. Maybe I should've waited for him at the restaurant. I look at my GPS and see that I'm just a few minutes away from his house.

I could call an Uber but that's money I can't waste. I sigh and get up, finishing my short journey. I finally see the familiar double story house that has become my temporary home and I make my way up the driveway. Before I can open the door, I hear a car pull up in the driveway and I'm instantly annoyed.

Of course he has to show up now. I turn to face him and cross my arms, hoping he sees how annoyed I am.

He gets out of the car and jogs up to me. "Why didn't you wait for me?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow. "How long was I supposed to wait? My feet hurt you idiot."

"Shit. Quinn, I'm really sorry. I lost track of time." He puts his hands on my shoulders. "Let me make it up-" I jump back and stare at his hands. "Oh my gosh! What happened?" His knuckles are bruised and have dry blood on them. "Nothing." I grab his hands to examine it. He must've been in a fight. Or maybe he punched some walls. I really hope it's the latter. "Let me help you clean it."

"It's okay Quinn. Your feet hurt. You should rest." I glare at him. "This isn't about me. You're more hurt than me, now shut up and let me clean it."

"Yes ma'am." He moves around me to open the door. I try to ignore the feeling of his body close to mine and I turn around to walk inside. My mom is sitting on the couch watching TV. Of course, she's watching America's Next Top Model. She dreams to be a judge on there.

"Hey you two. How was work?" She asks, briefly taking her eyes off the screen to look at us. "It was okay." I answer. "I made dinner. A nice pot of spaghetti bolognese." My mouth instantly waters at the mention of a nice home-cooked meal. "Thanks Miss. Quinn and I are going upstairs to change." Ji tells her and my mom smirks at me.

I subtly shake my head and he leads me upstairs to his room. "I should have some antiseptic in the bathroom in one of the cupboards." He tells me and I go to the bathroom and open the small cupboard underneath the basin.

In the corner I spot a red, square bag and I pull it out. I open it and I see tons of cotton wool, bandages, plasters and tubes of cream.

I take out an orange tube of ointment named Betadine and some cotton wool and bandages. Ji stands next to me and I wet the cotton wool just a little before I gently dab at the blood on his knuckles. He doesn't wince but I'm still cautious.

"What happened?" I ask him. "You don't wanna know."

"Yes, I do."

"I beat some guys up."

"Why? Did they do something wrong?"

"Nah. They were punks but I needed to get my anger out." I don't say anything. What can I say? I can't judge him for what he's done. He has his reasons and it's none of my business. "What about Sunday? Will you go?"

I open the ointment after drying the wet spots on his knuckles with dry cotton wool before I put some ointment on my finger and dab it onto his wounds. "No way. I've got it covered, don't worry."

Once all his wounds are covered with the ointment, I take a rolled up bandage and wrap it around both his hands. "You won't go to jail for beating those guys?" He smirks at me. "Nah. The police can't touch me."

What does that mean? Maybe he has a police friend or something. Once his hands are bandaged, I step back and start putting the ointment away back into the red bag. "There. All done. I hope it didn't sting too much." To my surprise, his hands are placed on my hips. "It's your turn now. Let me take care of you." I'm beyond confused and my heart speeds up as he lifts me up and places me onto the counter just next to the basin.