Ch. 5
Jake's POV.
I carried her to my BMW, and placed her gently in the seat.
damn trent! She must be hurting now! she looked at the car in an awe, I just use this car in the regular going out's, but my real amazing cars are the ones for races.
I bought this car with my own money, my family is rich but I never borrow or have any connection with them, I just talk to my sister and visit my mom's grave, Even though I live with them, I despited my dad.
when my mom was alive, he treated her like shit! and when she died 2 months later he married that bitch! I don't even want to know her name.
Megan loves her, she is nice but i will never accept her, my mother is irreplaceable, She will always be in my heart.
I went to put Diana's bike in the back and got in my seat to start the engine.
I drove through the streets and tried to calm myself from what happened, those assholes...why did they have to hurt her?! And why in the first place she was alone at this hour??!
I was already pissed off...
"what were you doing this late in an ally?!" I asked her pissed looking straight on the rood .
"on my way home...." she said quietly,
This late! Is she fucking crazy?!
"do you know how dangerous it is for a girl to go out this late?!" I yelled at her, I was angry why would she go home this late. And I dont even know why it bothers me. Her parents would be worried sick!
"you could've been raped or worse!"
I yelled again looking at her now, her expression changed, she looked taken back and in a second she looked angry and glared at me,
"then what should I do? Ha! I have to work! Who's gonna pay the hospital fees and the apartment rent?! I do know the danger in walking alone and I don't need anyone to yell at me and tell me what to do! I already have enough problems!" she scowled and then continued,
"while you obviously living a good life not worrying about any damn thing!" she was out of breath. she doesn't know anything about me, nothing! And what does she mean about work? Doesn't her dad or her mom work? Wait.... Brat never told me anything about his parents.....
For a strange reason I felt guilty....
Maybe she is exhausted from the deal with her brother... I'll just ignore it..
"where do you live?" I asked pissed, trying to change the subject.
She calmed her self and showed me the way to her apartment..
"umm.. Thanks.." she said when we got there and got out of the car, she went to get her bike, I shoved her slightly and said "step aside" then picked her bike. because she might be still hurting.
' when did I become such a gentleman?' I thought sarcastically, she must have some kind of an influence on me...
"what number is your apartment?" I asked her while going up the stairs.
"ahh.. 14 on the second floor" She led the way to her apartment.
"this is it" she said opening the door and standing in front of it, "ummm.. Thanks" she said looking at the floor. Obviously she is not going to invite me in so I pushed her lightly and made my way inside, she looked shocked and then recovered quickly.
I smirked and went inside what looked like a- a --a This place is awful! I don't have a word to describe it! What the hell?
It's small, smelly, I can only see the lounge, the kitchen and the bathroom. I don't even think there is a bed room! How could anyone...not a HUMAN live in a place like this...
