The bad boy saved me

Chapter 52

LOLA POV!!!!!

I walked out of the restaurant and back to his car.

"Wanna go to my house?" He asked.

"Sure," I smiled.

He kissed my cheek and we were off. To his house we went. When we arrived there was a strange car in his driveway.

"Stay here," he whispered.

I shook my head and got out with him. We walked towards the door and heard yelling. He opened the door to find his dad on his mom. He ran and drug him to the floor. I ran to his mom who was in tears.

"Come on," I whispered, "go to my house. You've been there. My mom and stuff aren't home. Just go there ok?"

"Thank you sweetie," she ran.

I ran over to Aaron and pulled him off his dad. He turned and his hand met my cheek. I fell to the ground.

"I am so sorry," he shook, "I'm so sorry."

His dad was on the ground as he ran to me. He wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm so sorry," he shook, "Lola."

"No it's ok," I nodded, "it's ok."

He kissed my forehead and I saw the worry in his eyes.

"I won't go," I shook, "I promise."

He brought me back into a hug and I felt his heart beat. It was racing.

"Babe," I whispered, "babe relax."

He looked back at his dad who was beginning to stand up. He pulled out a gun. I didn't flinch and I moved in front of Aaron.

"What he hell are you doing?" He whispered, "get back."

"Trust me," I said.

I looked at his dad who had blood running down his face.

"Sir," I said, "we have no guns here. Only our hands. Now I know you're upset and angry but could you please put that gun down?"

"Get away!" He screamed.

"Hey now," I said calmly, "fine. Keep it on you but atleast put it away. I won't pull anything and neither will Aaron. His mom is gone. She left. You can even see, her car is gone. She can't do anything."

He walked over to the window and kept the gun held at me.

"Now I can make Aaron leave the room," I suggested, "so it's just me and you."

"No," his dad shook, "he stays here! That's my son!"

"Alright," I nodded, "alright. He stays here. Let's just talk though ok?"

"O..ok," he stuttered.

"Let's talk about what's making you angry and upset," I nodded once more, "ok? Can you tell me?"

"His damn mother!" He snapped, "she got me arrested! I was in prison for 6 months! She can't just get off free for that!"

"Ok," I nodded, "I understand why you're angry about that. But just think ok? You were just in here hitting her. She was scared that you were going to kill her."

"I wouldn't ever kill her," he began to cry, "why would she think that?"

"She probably felt that gun," I said, "she was scared of you. That's why she called the police. She never wanted you to go to jail. She loves you but she was scared."

"She loves me?" He loosened up, "she loves me? She didn't want me to go to jail?"

"No she didn't," I shook, "not at all. She was only scared."

"But what about him!" He snapped pointing at Aaron, "he didn't help me!"

"Sir you were hurting the both of them," I said, "he was scared too. You didn't want him to go to jail did you?"

I turned to him and looked at him.

"Go with it," I mouthed.

"No," he shook, "I didn't want you to go to jail dad. I was just..I was scared. I'm scared right now."

His dad looked at him and then at me.

"See," I whispered, "they were just scared. Could you put the gun down for me?"

He dropped the gun and I walked over to him.

"Close your eyes for me," I whispered.

He closed his eyes and I handcuffed him to a frame that was embedded in the wall.

"What the hell!" He screamed, "I trusted you!"

"You can still trust me," I nodded, "but I'm too scared you'll act out on me."

He yelled some more and then sat down. I called the police and within minutes they were there taking him. I walked over to Aaron and he looked at me.

"You weren't scared?" He asked.

"No I was," I nodded, "but I didn't show it."

"Babe you stood right in front of him when he had a gun on you," he said.

"Yeah," I nodded, "one- you didn't get shot. Two- he put it down."

"Your first thought was to keep me safe?" He asked, "not yourself."

"Correct," I nodded.

The police left and his mom returned. She thanked me and then went to her room.

"I should probably get back," I said, "are you ok?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I'm ok. I had a great time with you."

I kissed him goodbye and I went back to my house. Chelsea's car was there. I walked in and to my room.