The Bad Boy Hit Me In The Face With A Baseball Bat (COMPLETED)

Chapter 39- Coping Mechanism

  Rushed it. Please look past my mistakes. Enjoy ^.^

I got out of my car and walked over to the steps with a lowered head. I was avoiding Flynn's house, since his car was already parked there. Little did I know, Flynn was sitting on my a steps.

"Oh my go-,"I jumped when I saw him.

"Harley,"he held my arm,"please. You're the only person who listens to me, you're the only person who puts up with me. I really need you."

"That's too bad,"I yanked my arm away.

"Harley, listen to me."

I folded my arms.

"You're...you're like an apple to me. I need you."

"And you're like a cheese burger to me. You look good, but you're not good for me,"I walked up the steps.

He followed me. "Harley-"

"Could you just..stop saying my name?..Please?,"I stuck the key in the knob, then opened the door. I quickly rushed in and slammed the door, not seeing Flynn's hand.

"Ouch!,"he shouted.

"Ohmygoodness. I'm so sorry,"I pushed the door open. "Is it bad?,"I held his hand.

"Oww!,"he crinkled his nose and grit his teeth.

I let go.

"Geez...,"he stood straight. "Other than the fact that my wrist is bleeding out and my arm might be broken, I'm fine,"he turned. "I..*Sss*," he hissed at the pain,"...I'll be at home when you decide to tell me what's going on with you-"

"No,"I grabbed his other arm. "I don't want to get in trouble with your mom."

He looked at me. "I was going to lie to her to protect you. You know, I have that God given gift of manipulation." The blood ran down his arm.

I started feeling light headed. "You're doing well...with all that pain."

"It's so excruciating, I can't feel it,"he chuckled but I could see he was really hurt.

"I think I should clean that up for you,"I pulled him towards the kitchen, trying not to faint.

"You know, from the looks of you, I don't think you'll make it-"

I let go of his good arm. "Sit down, alright? And stop sassing me."

"Sassing you is my coping mechanism. You know, so I don't cry."

I crawled on top of the counter and grabbed the first aid kit. I started climbing down.

"Be careful or you might be the one needing the stitches."

"We're not stitching anything,"I walked over to him. "It's not that....deep."

The cut was deep enough for stitches. Too bad it wasn't directly on his wrist. All my troubles would be over.

"I can..I can stitch it up,"I smiled at him trying to make both of us comfortable. I opened the first aid kit. There was stuff everywhere. "This looks like a preparation kit for a zombie apocalypse."

"Come on, Harley. My DNA's all over your table right now,"he said in a weak voice,"And if I had to choose, blood would certainly not be it."

"Seriously?,"I took out the bottle of peroxide and the cottonballs.

"Sorry...Saying dirty stuff helps me cope too."

I slowly covered my eyes and put the peroxide soaked cotton on the wound.

He started screaming. "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Take it off"

I quickly took it off. "Uh,"I looked at the wound. "What do I do next?"

"I don't know. Just make it quick! My hand feels like Antarctica right now."

"You know, your whole coping mechanism is pissing me off!" I stared at the needle and the string in my hands then I looked at the cut. "I'm calling the hospital,"I picked up my cellphone.

"Give up already?,"he grit his teeth.

"I'm not gonna poke a needle in your arm-"

"Why would you poke a- Ahh!,"my mother screamed walking into the kitchen. She rushed over to Flynn. "What happened?"

"I slammed a door on his arm,"I scratched my head looking at his arm,"accidentitty-"

"Accidentally,"my mother held his arm. She looked at me and sighed. "I know how you get around blood. You can go-"

"Shower! I'm gonna go take a quick shower,"I started walking away. "Oh, Flynn?"

"Yeah?,"he looked at me.

"Please don't use your coping mechanism around my mom."