Please don't give up on me

How are you at my house?

I woke up again to pouding on my door knowing it wasn't my 'family' i got up to answer the door forgetting about how bloody and beat up i am, i got the the door and slowly opened it when i saw him. i froze how does he know where i live? he can't be here? why is he here?

"H-how do you know where i live?" i asked him

"i have my ways..... What happened to you?" he asked looking up and down my body i didn't say anything just looked at the floor "Let me guess you can't tell me" he said i nodded slowly he sighed. "can it least come in?" he asked

"No" i replied quickly he looked at me confused and then pushed past me anyway i looked at my feet "They hurt me everyday" i whispered

"Who does?" he asked turning toward me

"My 'family' does" i replied keeping my eyes on my feet shuffling them a little. he walked over to me and lifted my head up

"why didn't you tell me?" he asked me

"I-i , uh they told me if i told anyone they would uh hurt me more- i replied trying to be confident but failing. he picked me up bridal style and carried me out to his truck i hit his chest playfully "i can walk you know" i told him laughing slightly he laughed with me

"Too bad cupcake" he replied i hit his chest again

"don't call me that British boy" i replied and smirked he playully gasped and put me in the passenger seat and started tickling me i shriecked and starting laughing

"Take it back!" he said continuing to tickle me

"NEVER!!" i yelled at him still laughing and trying to get him to stop tickling me

"Then i guess i won't stop tickling you" he said smirking

"Okay, Okay i take it back i take it back" i told him gasping for breathe and trying to stop laughing

"Good girl" he laughed and got in to the passenger seat of his truck i closed the door and buckled up as he started the car

"Where we going Pretty boy?" i asked smirking he looked over at me, Glared and then drove away from my house

I was totally going to pay for that later oops