Bad Boy & Good Girl

Secrets

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After Alec found me at the park, we both decided to head over to Mc Donald's for something to eat.

I didn't talk the entire time so I got what Alec got and damn, I loved it so much I stole Alec's and started eating his! He chuckled at this though.

"So.." Alec said breaking the silence that some how surrounded us. "Were they.. Your parents?"

"No shit Sherlock." I replied rolling my eyes at his stupid question.

Alec just chuckled before talking again. "Your umm mum, or step-mum, whatever you call her, she's not your biological mum, right?" He said, a pang of pain hitting me on the chest.

"Mhm," I mumbled placing my drink on the table as I started to twiddle with my fingers.

"Then who is.. Who is your biological mother?" He asked, stiffening up across from me.

I started to think for a while wondering whether or not to tell him.

"Can we go somewhere more private?" I ask him, giving him a hopeful look. He nodded as we both walked out of McDonalds and into his car.

This is going to be a long story.

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"Is this a good place?" Alec asks me.

It was on a high hill that had a look out. You could see the entire city, it was beautiful.

"Yup," I replied taking in the scenery again.

The twinkling of lights dancing on the tall buildings, the wind smashing my hair around as strands covered the view one by one. Something about the scenery was similar, but I don't know what.

"So uh, do you wanna umm tell me?" Alec broke the silence, leaning back on one elbow and turning slightly to face me.

"Oh uh yeah sure.." I replied crossing my legs and turning to face him.

"It started when I was 3.." I began, "My mother was at the family restaurant, looking over plans of expanding the place. I was with my father, at a park. We were playing on the swings when a random blonde lady came over and started talking to him."

Memories of my step-mum flooded my mind as I continued.

"I was sitting on the swing, by myself. I couldn't get down because I was locked in the swing and I couldn't touch the ground. I turned around to see my dad and the lady making out." The disgusted memory shot my brain with grossness. "I started getting scared because they were more further away from me."

"I screamed. I screamed and cried, begging for someone to take me down from the swing. I was only 3 at the time so to me it looked like I was on the roof of a 15 story high building. Anyway, my dad and the lady went to his car and drove off. At this point I was crying and screaming so loud." Tears stung my eyes as I started thinking about what happened next. "I could feel my vocal cords tearing by each scream but I didn't care. I just wanted my mum and dad. I continued to scream until a man came along. He looked to be in his thirties so I thought he was helping me down." My voice started to crack at the memory.

"As he started unlocking me out of the swing, he lifted me up and placed me down on the ground. Before I could say anything, he pushed me back, my head colliding with the ground. Tears fell from my face as pain struck my head. The man then started taking off my jacket." At this point I didn't even know I was crying. The words just kept slipping out of my mouth. "The blonde lady was now back and she saw me, the man hovering above me. Her eyes widened as she ran over and pushed him off of me. She then stabbed her heel into his stomach, almost piercing his skin. I sat shocked, watching in horror before my dad ran over and picked me up. He held me in a tight embrace and said "I am so sorry for forgetting you honey!!" I couldn't believe he actually forgot me." I buried my head in my hands, trying to find the courage to continue.

"M-My mother showed up a few seconds later. I didn't even realise the blonde lady and that guy was gone. My mum ran over and cuddled me. I-I couldn't stop crying." I took in deep breathes between tears. "My d-dad kissed my forehead before whispering "Do not tell your mother about before." He sounded harsher this time and I was scared shitless.

"A few months later, my dad came home d-dru-drunk. He was with the blonde lady." I choke on my words, holding back as much tears as I can. "My mum was at her restaurant hosting a cook off.. My dad took Sarah, the blonde, up stairs and left me in the kitchen.. I was 3 so I was oblivious to my surroundings. I opened one of the drawers and found a kn-knife. A b-b-butcher knife. I carried it into the living room when I dropped it and one of the expensive vases broke. My father came stumbling down the stairs half dressed. I didn't know what was happening until a painful kick came flying to my face, followed by his harsh name calling. He called me a little bitch and all. Still kicking me and when my mother came in, she screamed. She kicked my father and started grabbing anything and everything and throwing it at him. She then picked me up and took me to the hospital.

"Right now you're probably thinking why I love my father, right?" Alec nodded. "I don't. He only cares about money and woman. I act like I love him so I don't get hurt like I did when I was 3, anyways, at the hospital the doctors were telling my mother the amount of broken bones I had. Fractured rib, fractured shin, fractured shoulder and fractured skull. My nose was almost shattered and my elbow was dislocated. I could've died, Alec. I COULDVE DIED!!!" This time I really couldn't stop crying. I let the tears spill, I let them fall effortlessly to the ground. I was over hiding, I hated my father with so much passion. He almost killed me!!

"Oh, Lyrical... I'm sorry." Alec hugged me tight, kissing my forehead. Oblivious to what he was doing, I hugged him back, crying into his chest. His smell crashing into my nostrils.

I have no idea what I would do without Alec.

I suddenly chuckled quietly.

"What's funny?" Alec asked, looking down at me. His tear stained cheeks glimmering in the moon light.

"Bad boy was crying." I reply looking up at him, poking my tongue out.

"Oh, shut up." He says pushing my head back into his chest.

I think I've fallen for the bad boy.

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Oh my gosh Lyrical looked like a mess. Her hair stuck to her face, her eyes bloodshot red, eyeliner streaking down her face.

Lyrical chuckles into my chest, making it rumble a bit.

"What's funny?" I ask in a raspy voice, confused as to why she chuckled.

"Bad boy was crying." She replies, chuckling once more.

As I lift a hand up to feel my cheeks I find out she was right. I was crying.

"Oh, shut up." I reply pushing her head back into my chest, stroking her hair softly. I've always wanted to do that to a girl.

'Ha, bitch' The voice into head says. Oh shut the fuck up.

I think I've fallen for the good girl.

A/N

Who actually reads my story? :/