Bad Boy Cures My Nightmares

Chapter 2

Slitting my wrist I fell over the counter watching the red drops hit the white porcelain sink along with tear drops.

Biting my lip, I shut my eyes and went once more.

But not before the door slammed open and she came in shoving punching and gripping me screaming that I was worthless and never helped.

She went for another punch and I was on the floor agonizing pain screeching along my side. my skull thumping from the hit against the door frame.

Opening my eyes she held the knife above her head and I screamed, waking up I looked around feeling my body sweat.

These nightmares will be the end of me.

Looking to Michael, he was sitting at the edge of his bed his eyes on me, "did I wake you?" I didn't make eye contact afraid I'd get another death glare.

But looking at his neck I watched him stand and go to the tv.

Turning it on he sat down and watched tv.

Getting up I went over and took a seat beside him watching the Addams Family.

Silence filled the room and I looked to the tv feeling the emotion of my nightmare so real. It hurt, to remember what you try so hard to forget.

A small tear slipped my eyes, and then another. Then I was crying, attempting not to make too loud of a sound in case he wanted to hear the TV.

Biting my lip I took small deep breaths and then he looked to me, I stayed calm and collected.

He paused the show and stood coming back with tissues and handing them to me.

He sat back down starring at me soft, completely opposite of what I'd received last night.

"Thank you Michael." then it fell. I think I cried for fifteen minutes and it reached a point where I started shaking from crying so hard.

A knock on the door and Michael opened it, Trent came in and cocked an eyebrow, "come here love." needing the comfort, I stood and went into his arms.

Trent looked to Michael, "I'm gonna take her to my room" with that I was turned and walked off down the hall to Trent's room.

It's not a secret, everyone knows my story, they know my life.

We all know each others stories, except Michael, no one knows his and he knows no ones. or so we think.

Wiping another tear, Trent led me into the room shutting and locking it behind him, I headed to the bed and we sat there as he held me.

After a while, I fell back asleep, and awakened an hour later, Trent's arms wrapped around my waist his face in my dark hair, I stood up making sure not to awaken him.

Going out the door. I shut it behind me and headed to the restroom, looking at my eyes which where swollen and tired.

I sighed and washed my face off drying it hoping it went down.

Nope.

A knock on the door, I opened it, Dayna stood by the door looking at me. "hi Luna. I gotta piss." She stated laughing half asleep.

I laughed going passed her to my room.

Going inside I shut the door and saw Michael still watching TV.

Something tells me he had a past much worse then anyone's here.

Hmm.

I must've caught him by surprise cause he looked at me confused.

"He fell asleep." I hoped to answer his question but his expression didn't change, "what?" I asked.

He looked back at the TV ignoring my question.

Sometimes I wonder what his voice would be like, if he had an accent or not.

I mean he's a tall built guy with abs and tattoos, a strong sharp jaw that had small prickles of hair along it and he also had those killer green eyes.

He's bound to be Australian or something.

Or are Australians only blonde? no wait They can be brunettes.

Taking a seat on the couch I looked out the window at the night instead.

And at some moments of getting so lost into the mystery or the night, I could faintly feel his eyes strung onto me, but not once did I look to him