The Fable of Riley and the Jerk

Chapter 9

*Picture on the side is Jake's car*

Recently on Chapter 8
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As I was screaming, The front door burst open and I could see the silhouette of a man.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER" He screamed, wait I recognize that voice. Is that Jake?
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I was crying but before I had known what was going on, the three guys were on the ground, being beaten up by Jake. Holy fuck, what just happened.

If I didn't stop Jake, they would die! As I grabbed Jake's arm with my shaky one, he seemed to relax.

"Jake please stop." I pleaded, tears running down my face.
His eyes flickered at mine and as soon as he saw my red puffy ones, they seem to soften.

Not even 3 seconds later, his eyes turned cold again. "GET THE FUCK OUT! And if I ever see you around my girl again, I won't hesitate to kill you."

Wait, did he just call me "his" girl?

The three guys scrabbled out the door as if Jake was the scariest guy ever and when they left, I sobbed a "Thank you Jake."

"Welcome." He whispered. Then he turned to look at me and said "Hey, are you alright?" as he stepped closer to me.

I had no words to describe how I felt that very moment. I was terrified yet I was really relieved Jake was here.

What if he wasn't here? Where would I be? Inside their kidnap van? or murdered? or worse, raped?

I couldn't say any words, it was like my lips were glued. So I just sobbed and shook my head no.

Jake came closer to me as his arms engulfed me, they went around my waist as I curled mine between us.

I clutched his t-shirt and my tears had made it cry too.

Jake comforted me as he stroked my hair. It felt calming and we stayed like that for a long time. Not uttering a single word.

When my breathing finally came back to normal, and I wasn't hyperventilating anymore, Jake spoke "I'm taking you somewhere. Go and change to something warm." He smiled kindly.

I wanted to deny his offer but after what he'd done for me, I couldn't bear to say no to his smiling self.

So I nodded and went up the stairs, I put on a maroon Abercrombie sweater and some sweats. I didn't bother putting any make up on.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and Jake was nowhere to be found. I was confused, "Jake?" I yelled.

Did he leave? How could he? I couldn't believe it. I opened the front door, there he was, leaning against his white Porsche Turbo Convertible. It was the type of car who's roof could be folded and shit.

"I bet you thought I left you." He smirked.
"Jake, you asshole!" I screamed.

I walked over to him and started hitting him.
He grabbed my hands and held them.

He held them till I stopped moving my arms. When I did, he just kept holding my hands. He brought our hands towards his face and kissed each hand.

Tingles shot on my hands like lethal needles. My mind went berserk, did he just?

He again smirked when he saw my eyes bulging, "Come on, Collins." He said opening the passenger seat of the car for me.

I sat inside, after he closed the door, I watched him run to the driver's seat through the windshield.

When he got in, he started the engine and turned on his music.

As soon as the music started, I knew right away who it was. It was Bon Jovi with the song I'll Be There For You! Bon Jovi gives me life!