Teaching The GoodGirl Bad

Chapter 8: "I'm sorry!"

"Braedon." I groan out.

"Yes baby." I looked around and saw we were in his car. He was driving and I was in the passenger seat.

"Where are we gonna go now?"
I ask.

"There's this old basement.. it's located almost at the end of the city limits but don't worry, there is still places to go and see." He says.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looks at me before stopping the car.

He moves me to him and kissed my lips before smiling.

"I want to be with you. I love you."

I smiled at him and nodded.
"I love you too."

We drove for a while more like hours but soon we finally made it there he got out and walked over to my side. He picked me up out of the car before locking and shutting the door.

He carries me into the place and went down some stairs and put me down and I began to look around.

"I'm about to go us something to eat and I'll be back ok?" He began to walk up the stairs and I let my head down.

There was a moment of silence before I felt myself being pulled into someone's arms.

"I'm sorry." Braedon says to me hugging me tightly.

"For what?" I ask him.

"For doing this to you, causing all this to happen. This is the only way your mom and police won't find us.. don't be scared I use to come here all the time when I was tired of listening to my parents bull." He smiles and I smile back at him.

"I'm not afraid.. I'm just tired of living with my mom. I'm glad I'm with you now. We can live together and become... a family." I say and kiss him.

He smiled at me again before walking upstairs.

I seat down on the floor and looked around for anything to do.

I saw a blanket in the corner and I reached to get it before finding a stack of cash. I looked at it and up the stairs.

Where did he get all this money from?

I waited until Braedon got back with the food and decided to ask him.

"Braedon... how much money do you have?"

"Enough to keep us alive." He says.

I got up and went to the blanket.

"This. Is this yours?" He looks at it before shaking his head.
"That's not mine."

Next thing we heard was the door open and close to the basement door. We looked at each other before hiding under the stairs where it was dark at.

We connected our hands and watched as a man walked in.