The bad boy saved me

Chapter 37

I woke up and sat up. I looked at the time.

6 hours and 30 ish minutes. I looked at Jace who was no longer on the couch. I shot up and looked around. He was in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror. I walked over to him. His shirt was off and he was able to see the scars and minimal bruising that was still there.

"Jace?" I whispered.

He turned and looked at me. I walked over to him and he looked down at me.

"I know," he sighed, "I don't look good. I'm not handsome anymore. I'm ugly and fucked up."

I gently set my hands on his hips and made him look at me.

"You're not ugly," I shook, "you're not fucked up. You are handsome. These don't define you and who you are."

He nodded and looked at himself again, "I couldn't fight back Lola. What if they hurt you? I wouldn't have been able to save you. I was a baby. I couldn't fight. I-

"Shh," I said, "stop that Jace. Those guys were way bigger than you. It was three against one. There was absolutely nothing you could have done. And I'm not hurt. I'm fine. I'm ok. Don't say that. You're not a baby Jace. You're one of the strongest people I know."

He smiled and pressed his forehead to mine. Something wet hit my cheek and I noticed that he was crying. I slowly pushed his head to my shoulder and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He held me tightly. I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through his hair.

"It's ok," I whispered, "everything is ok remember? It's ok."

He kept his head in my shoulder and I just held him there. It's ok to cry as long as when you're done you get back up and continue on.

"Shhh," I whispered, "hey Jace look at me."

He lifted his head and looked at me. I wiped his cheeks.

"I love you," I smiled, "ok? I love you. I don't think you're any less of a person. You're still perfect in my eyes."

He pressed his lips to mine and he set his hands on my cheeks. He held me there. Just kissing, no making out, just a long kiss. He kissed my neck once and looked back up at me.

"I love you too," he smiled.

I gently placed a kiss on his lips and walked out. He followed me. I was still tired, and so was he.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Um I'm alright," he shrugged, "but could you explain to me what happened?"

"Let's go upstairs," I nodded, "I'll be right up. You go ahead and go."

He nodded and went upstairs. I went into the kitchen and there was a banging on the front door. He came back down stairs and looked out the window. He launched back and ran over to me. He grabbed a gun.

The front door flew open. It's just like the dream I had.

Wait!

"Jace get down!" I screamed.

I pulled him down just as the bullet hit the wall behind him. He looked at me.

"Play dead," I said.

He gave me a weird look and I pushed him. He fell back and laid on the floor. The men stopped and walked out. I crawled over to him. I helped him up and he looked at me.

"How did you know?" He asked.

"You said that you've been awake but haven't been able to move or talk till now," I said, "a couple nights or so ago I had a bad dream. The same thing happened except you died. I knew that bullet would hit you in the head if you stayed standing so I pulled you down. They wanted you dead so I made you fall to the floor to make them think that. They did and now they're gone."

"I remember that dream," he sighed, "you were screaming. 'Jace. Wake up! Please don't go! Wake up!' Yeah I remember."

I looked down and nodded. He hugged me and stood back up.

"Go on upstairs," I said, "I'll be up there in less than five minutes."

He walked away and I heard him going up the stairs.

"Lord thank you for keeping him alive," I thanked, "I don't know what I would have done without him. Thank you so much."

I grabbed two bottles of water and some chips before going upstairs. I sat down next to him.

"I was sick and didn't feel good. There was a loud bang so you went to check it out," I explained, "again there was another loud bang. They pushed you to the ground. They had shot you. Four men walked in. Three had you and the other held onto me. They started beating you. The bruising is almost gone but still. I was screaming at them and telling them to stop. They weren't. I hit the guy holding me and he fell. I told them to let you go and two more men came in. They grabbed me. He had opened the window and said 'you want us to let him go? Okay.' And they threw you out of the window. In a sense it's my fault you're like this. He walked over to me and told me that they'd get me. That you wouldn't be able to protect me. That's when they hit me and I blacked out. When I woke up I ran directly to you and got you inside. I cleaned the bullet wound and stopped the bleeding. Luckily no organs were hit. I had done blood transfusions daily until you were ok. I waited-

"Easy," he whispered, "it's ok. I'm right here now."