The bad boy saved me

Chapter 18

I woke up. I wasn't in my room, I was in a dark place. I went to sit up but it hurt too badly. I winced and laid back down. A door opened and someone walked over to me.

"Where am I?" I asked

"It's ok princess," they whispered, "you're ok. You're with me."

I knew that voice. It was Jace, I smiled.

"How'd you get me here?" I asked.

"You passed out," he said, "your house wasn't safe so I brought you back here. I hope that's ok."

"Yeah," I whispered, "it's ok."

He sat down next to me and grabbed my hand. I smiled and closed my eyes.

"I can't go back to work," he said, "not for a bit. So I'll be here with you."

I nodded and looked at him again. He pushed the hair out of my face. It's Sunday, and I have school tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it. I noticed that my car was back in the driveway at his house. They must have gone and gotten it.

He walked and got some food and a water. He came back and I ate.

"Lola," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Don't leave my side," he looked down, "please. You've gotten me through so much that I can't do this alone anymore."

"Alright," I smiled, "I won't."

He held onto my hand and kissed it. I chuckled and tried to sit up. I was able to. It hurt like hell, but I did it.

"Easy," he whispered, "I'll help you."

He stood and helped me up. It was easier to walk around than it was to sit and stand. We went down the stairs and I stood in the kitchen. I took a drink of my water and set it down. I walked to the bathroom and grabbed some aspirin. I took three and then a Benadryl. Probably not the best combination, but I need it.

I walked over to the couch and slowly sat down.

"What do you want for dinner babe?" He asked.

"I don't care," I shook.

"Taco Bell or Chinese?" He asked.

"Surprise me," I yawned.

"Alright," he said.

I heard him pick up the phone and order. I wasn't sure what he was ordering because he was in the other room, but he was ordering. I was still hungry. I hadn't eaten in a few days so yes, I was still hungry.

"Hey princess I'll be back," he said, "I'm going to go pick up the food. I feel like you should come."

"No," I shook, "just give me a gun."

"I don't want you to have to use one ever again," he sighed.

"I probably won't have to," I shook, "but I should have one just in case."

He leaned his head back and moaned.

"That's cute," I said.

He glared at me and I laughed. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a gun. He walked back out and set it down in front of me.

"It's loaded," he said, "just cock it and unload if you need to. I won't be long."

I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

"I love you," he whispered, "be safe."

"Always," I smiled.

He rolled his eyes and walked out the door. I leaned back and turned on the tv. I turned on some music and stood up. The dogs were both sleeping, thank goodness. I walked into the kitchen and then into the bathroom. I shut the door and locked it. It's like all the happiness in me just drained out. I sat down on the floor and started to cry. I grabbed the razor that I shaved with and set it on my wrist. I went to the side and made three small cuts. Blood instantly came out and I did it again. I heard the front door open.

"Princess?"  He asked, "hey Lola I'm home."

I covered my mouth to keep from crying out in pain. I tossed the razor in the tub which made a louder thud than I thought. He came to the door and knocked.

"Yeah?" I stuttered.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I started crying a little louder, "nothing."

He tried opening the door but it was locked. He rattled the knob and finally came through. He looked at me and ran over to me. He looked at my wrist and grabbed it. He wrapped gauze around it and then looked at me. He sat down and pulled me into his lap. He held me tightly. His heart was beating quickly, and I set my hand over it.

"Relax," I whispered.

He set his chin on my head and breathed out slowly. He held me in his arms.

Why did I do that?

What made me do that?

That wasn't me..I don't do that kind of stuff.

"Come on," I said, "come on."

I stood slowly and I grabbed his hand. I had him stand up and we walked out.