The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 21 - Fist Fights and Over Nights

The room was dark so it was hard to see but when the door opened I have never been so happy in my life. Here I am on a floor being mouth raped and there is nothing I can do.

Miles stood in the door way and sprinted in shoving his fist into Dylan's face. The impact of the punch sent Dylan flying across the room.

Miles straddled him punching him over and over again the force getting stronger as he gave every punch.

Currently I am slouched against the wall in the exact same position I was when Dylan was on top of me. I am in shock, I can't believe what just happened.

"Stop!" Dylan cried trying to defend himself.

"You fucking bastard, how fucking dare you fucking prick." He said as he continued punching Dylan over and over again. I could see the blood on Miles fist and by the looks of it Dylan's face is no longer olive tanned, instead it is a crime scene.

Miles gave one last punch then stopped I could see his temper was bad. Dylan struggled to get up but when he did he left out a door at the back of the laundry room that led to the garden by the looks of it.

Miles watched as Dylan struggled to shut the door behind him. His face was covered in blood and lumps started to show up. I have nothing good to feel for him.

Right now the quietness is keeping me going. I feel disgusting, I feel no privacy for myself. A tear pricked in my eye as more and more followed that. I covered my hands over my eyes and sobbed.

A warm comforting figure unexpectedly picked me up and placed me down on his lap. I opened my eyes as Miles sat down with me on top of him I cried on his shoulder as his muscular figure stroked my arm.

"Fucking hell Georgia." He whispered into my hair. I felt a warm kiss land on my forehead. I can't believe I am sat on Miles lap. I can't believe he just kissed me on the head.

This is all a dream and any minute now I am going to wake up in my bed and then I will laugh at my stupid imagination.

But no, this is all too real. I am sat in a state on Miles lap and the boy that has taken up my whole brain for the past month is comforting me.

It is just me and him, nothing else matters right now.

He kissed me again on the forehead over and over again as my sobs started to lighten. I hate crying in front of people.

"Sorry." I whispered. I have said sorry way too much in this last hour.

"Why are you saying sorry?" I could feel him looking down. His voice and his warmth is so comforting. I am sat in a baby position curled up on his lap and it is healing me.

"Because this is the last thing you want to be doing at your best friend's party." I said.

"No this is the only thing I want to be doing." He stroked my arm over and over again then his other arm came around and hugged me pushing me hard against his chest.

"How did you find me?" I said wiping a tear away.

"I heard screaming."

"Oh." That was all I could say.

"Did he hurt you?" Miles said kissing the top of my head.

"Kinda."

"I'm going to take you home." He said scooping me with him as he stood up. He was now carrying me. We took this moment to look in to each other's eyes.

"But my Mum thinks I'm staying at Tiff's, she will know something happened if I come back early and she won't let me go out again."

"Ok, you can stay at mine." He said putting me down swiftly but holding me at the same time against him.