Nursing The Bad Boy (Completed; Sequel Released)

Chapter 4

My father once told me that good things happen to good people. That was one piece of advice that always stuck with me and from that day forward I did what my parents wanted me to do, I always obeyed and never talked back, I was the child that every parent wanted. However, along with the good girl status came the risks that I was not willing to take and tons and tons of teasing. But I didn't mind - or you could say I got used to it. When my father left my mother and I was when things changed. Nevertheless I stayed the good child and tried not to let too many things affect me. Yet, when my sweet mother's attitude changed to one of a sickly blunt and arrogant woman's, it was like a bullet to the heart. It's hard to believe that my mom was once one who cared and could never speak negative about anyone - let alone me.

These thoughts raced through my mind as Coldplay blasted through my headphones and I increased the speed on the treadmill to an agonizing 7.5. I wanted to stop, heck I wanted to collapse in the middle of the gym and lay there until I was able to motivate myself to get back up. But I didn't, only because I had made it this far without breaking down. I didn't break when I was teased and bullied at school, I didn't break when my father left, I didn't break when my mother put me on pills that induced vomiting and I indulged in a forced purging habit. I didn't breakdown then and I sure as hell wouldn't break down now. For once in my life, I thanked my mother. If she hadn't boiled anger inside me then I wouldn't be at this gym burning off steam.

Panting, I stopped the treadmill. Instead of getting off though, I decided to occupy the machine for a little longer and use it to calm my breathing and aching limbs. My stomach pained me intensely and I crouched down. After a few deep breaths, I figured I was alright and stalked off to grab my Adidas bag. I had been at the gym for a good hour, just performing various exercises to burn off the anger that my mother provoked constantly. My sports tank top was soaked with sweat and my yoga pants were starting to get uncomfortable, so I decided to head home. Maybe I could find something to distract me and get me through the vacant day. I wasn't working tonight and neither was Brian so maybe I could head over with some pizza and a movie, I concluded.

Smiling to myself, I tied my hair in a pony tail and walked out the large glass doors, still blasting music loudly through my headphones. It was a beautiful day outside, with the exception of a few dark clouds covering the dark blue sky. I looked around and was surprised to find an extremely busy street. I really wasn't in the mood to be near any living, breathing human being at the moment, even if they were strangers. Sighing, I decided to take a short cut through an alley I had discovered when I was a teenager. My feet fell in sync with the music playing through my headphones and unconsciously I started jamming out to Wanderhouse. Pathetic, I know. But I didn't give two biscuits. I was enjoying me time.

I was so into jamming that I almost didn't notice a gun shot. Almost. As soon as the piercing sound cut through my song, I froze and took in my surroundings. I was in my alley, but I wasn't alone and for some reason it seemed darker and more dangerous. No biscuits, Gemma. You just heard a gun-shot, do yourself a favour and take a few steps back...or run! Right now, would be a good time to listen to my conscience. So why didn't I? I looked down at my feet and tried to move them, but they wouldn't budge.

My thoughts were cut short, by a figure running towards me. A dark and scary looking figure. Yah just stay in your place and say hi, why don't you? "Shut up, brain!" I muttered and tried to move my feet again, but to no avail. The figure reached me and stopped to catch their breath, with their back to me and my heart began slamming against my rib cage. I almost had mustered up the courage to run, but then the figure turned around.

"Pumpkin?"

My breath got caught in my throat as I noticed how bloody his face was and I took a step back, only to stumble on my own feet and land on my derriere. "What are you doing here?" Wyatt growled as he towered above my figure.