Shes not that clumsy after all

Chapter 4

Picture of Dylan^^

Rebekah POV

I turned and looked at him in awe and took in more of his face ; he had a amazing jawbone, he was tanned and perfect. "You might want to shut your mouth before you catch flies" Dylan smirked, "Shut up" I said. Then I fell to the floor in agony as something sharp hit my shoulder, the last thing i heard was Dylan shouting and the last thing i saw was my dad with a knife covered in blood then everything went black.

I could hear talking and beeps and more talking, then i heard yelling and smacking and i opened my eyes. Dylan was standing next to me with tears in his eyes and my mum was standing next to him with a scowl on her face. Only Dylan had noticed that i was awake while my mum was glaring in the back of Dylans head, if looks could kill im sure Dylan would be long gone. I tried to sit up but the pain in my shoulder was unbearable so i went beck down in sleeping position.

My mum noticed and came over, "If you weren't in the wrong place in the wrong time your dad wouldnt be in jail you bitch, this is all your fault" she pointed her finger at me. Dylan's face turned red and i started wondering if i had actually fallen for him, it is stupid i know ive only known him for a couple of days but maybe we were meant to be, maybe he was the egg whites for my meringues, maybe just maybe.

I snapped back into reality and Dylan was on the floor with my mum on top of him. I screamed which caused doctors to come running in and see what had happened. They split them up and with my panicked face and Dylan's scarred face we looked into each others eyes. As I was trying to read him through his his eyes and him through mine i noticed that he was full of love, So i started talking to him "Can you tell me about your past?" "His eyes started getting glossy as he explained his life from beginning to present. To sum it all up he said 'I had a really sad past, my family died when i was little from a guy named John Jones, he left me to suffer by only hurting me but killing my whole family, Aunty's, Uncles, Cousins... etc." I must of turned really pale realising that my dad's name was John Jones because he asked if I was okay. "What did he look like" I asked. "He was old, he had grey hair and blue eyes, he was quite tall and bulky"... OH MY GOD!!!? My dad had killed his family and left him to suffer being alone in this cruel, cruel world.

After explaining to him about my situation he walked to the window looking down at the forest and cried. To comfort him i tried standing but because they had put drugs in my system so that i could bear the pain that was coming from my shoulder, i couldn't stand. So i crawled with one arm and two legs. I got to him and held on to his hand to help me up and he grabbed my waist and carried me bridal style to the window seat where i stood on it. Without realising i had wiped his tears from his eyes, and he was leaning in ever so slowly, should i kiss him? should i reject him?. But being in the situation that he was i closed my eyes and waited for the contact of smooshiness... He had leant in far enough so I leant in the last little bit, and BANG.. The door opened suddenly and in came Josh with his fist balled up, ready to punch someone in the face. He walked over to Dylan and punched him in the jaw "I screamed again and tried to stop them but it was too late...

A/N: Sorry it was so short hopefully this is interesting hahahaha next update will come soon :)