bad boy kisses (completed) ✔

15. Emotionally Bruised.

"Back where we left off, help you take your dress off."

—Cruel by Snakehips ft. Zayn Malik

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"How could you not be careful you idiot? God! What were you even thinking about, huh? Naked girls?!"

He scoffs, "Wh--what?! No! I was just..." I know he doesn't have an explanation and that is annoying as fuck.

Even if he does, it's still going to make absolute zero percent sense.

"Then care to explain why did you end up behind the bars at 4 in the freaking morning? Not only you got yourself in trouble but also me. Great. I thought we had put this kind of stuff behind us. Huh?" I look at him, actually...his figure behind the steel bars.

"I thought we were done thrashing people and hurting them Max." I say again.

He was pacing the cellar fast and that almost... no, still didn't get to me give a fuck.

"You know I'm waiting for an explanation, right?" I tap my foot on the floor and cross my arms on my chest. This has to be a good one.

I didn't show up in my pajamas at the police station at four in the fucking morning for nothing after all.

"Dude, what the fuck, you are not my mom!" He insults and I chuckle. He will never change, been like that since we started saying goo-goo-gah-gah.

Ha! But now ain't the time.

"Oh come on Max, did you kill someone? Huh? Raped some innocent young girl or did you manage to steal all the gold from the bank's reserves?"

Hm. Sophia is right, I do have a creative mind. I remember telling me this yesterday.

I swear, that girl is awesome, I don't know why doesn't Max value her...or does he?

"I'm not telling you," he says breaking me from my train of thoughts about Sophia. Gee, that was weird.

"Fine. I'm not bailing you out then. Go, rot in this hell hole." I walk off, brushing my hands on my pajamas, yes, pajamas. That's what people wear when they go to bed, right? And yes, I did show up at the police station in my pajamas, like I said before.

Gosh, just kill me now. What if a girl sees me like this?

"Wait, Nash!" He yells and I stop, smirking at myself. Walking back to him, I couldn't help but grin, "Oh! I think I heard my name." I cup my ear, clearly waiting for an explanation.

"You may wanna sit down, it's a long story," he chuckles sadly. That was enough for me to realise there was something big going on. Or something terribly wrong had been gone. "Dude, is it about..."

He nods, understanding my thoughts...my unspoken thoughts may, I add.

"What happened?" Is all I could manage to choke out. Max walks up to the cell's bars and sits down facing me, "Dude, you're scaring me, what's wrong?" I swear, if something happened to her...

"I...found him. I found him Nash, after four fucking years, I finally found that son of a bitch." He laughs, but that was kinda sad because I knew that wasn't a humorous laugh.

A rather dark laugh.

"Who?" I croak.

"Jack. That mother-fucker, I finally found him, I found him Nash. I found him. And-- I beat that fuckster to death. So much that...when the ambulance arrived they were shocked to see him still breathing."

My eyes widened, "What?" I grab his collar from behind the bars and bring him closer to myself, "You idiot? What on earth were you thinking?! Huh? Jack has nothing to do with us now, don't you get that?!"

This time I had lost it. He just smirks at me and in one swift motion, he pushes me back. I stumble back a little. That doesn't mean I'm over that. Nah ah.

"How could you be so stupid Max? You of all people? Listen to me," I make him face me and stare into his eyes, not even blinking, "Jack Mills is a chapter done in our lives, in your life most importantly. You get me?"
I was literally trying so hard to control myself but man, maybe fate didn't want that to happen.

He frowns, rubbing his temples, "Sorry, but this time, I won't let him go. I already did, 4 years back. Not now, Nash."

Of course he would not have listened to me, hell, did I even expect him to? No. Was I disappointed? Yes. Was I ready to kill someone to lash out all my anger on? Surely. Was that person probably Max? Damn right.

"What do you expect me to do, huh, Nash? Just watch him go again? Just like last time?" I remain impassive. It's like the incident never left my mind, and in the back of my head, it's still fresh.

"Let's just remain calm for now, okay?" I say from the corner of the room. I really don't want him getting hurt, and I surely don't want to see the same Max I saw four years ago. Because that is painful as fuck.

That time when he went into depression.

"You want me to calm down huh? And leave the murderer of my sister to walk the streets of the city freely, huh?" I sigh. What am I supposed to say to that?

"He didn't murder her, okay, there is no proof, we can't just say he's guilty without any evidence." I shake my head.

"He did it, Nash. I know it, don't you feel anything for the murder of the girl you loved?" With that, my whole world comes crashing down in my feet again, just the way it did 4 years ago.

"Tell me, don't you want revenge for the girl you loved?" He continues and I remain silent.

After what felt like hours, I finally managed to croak, "Leah is my past, don't bring her up." With that, I turn n my heels and pace the room frantically.

"Tell me fucking hell!" He yells.

"Didn't you ever love her?!" He yells again and I sink to the floor, remembering her. Reliving the moment when it was only us. No Jack or anyone.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" this time I shouted and he finally stopped. Before I could say something more, the officer came, spinning the keys around his finger, "Anderson, you have been bailed out. Get out of here." he says in a bored tone, unlocking the door.

Max's eyes furrowed in confusing, just like mine.

Once Max was out, I asked, "Who bailed him out? No one knew I was here."

"Some--" and there came another girl I loved straight, running into the place. Max eyed her, "Sophia, what are you doing here?" He said and embraced her in his arms, while she sobbed onto his chest, I stood there, watching the girl I love with my best friend..

Physically, I was fine, but emotionally I was bruised.

I swear, my heart broke all over again the way it did four years ago.

I swear, if I had a dagger with me now, I wouldn't have hesitated even a bit and stabbed it right in my stomach..

If only she would've seen me the way she looks at Max.

Edited : 5th July, 2016.