Saved by the Bad boy

Learning About The Bad boy

I sat in the seat trying to wrap my head around what he said.

"What! I cant go home with you, I don't even know your name." I said panicking.
"Calm down princess." He soothed.
"My name is Jake Black. Whats your name princess?"
"Lilly Collins." I said quietly.
"Beautiful, just like you." He said while staring into my eyes.
"I m not beautiful." I scoffed. "I'm anything but!"
"I beg to differ!" Jake said.

After a while of silence, we came upon the most beautiful mansion I have ever laid my eyes on.

"Oh my God! Is this your house? Do you live here alone? Did you pay for it yourself? Are you rich?" I asked still awestruck.
"Yes it is, Yes I do, Yes I did, and yes I am."

"Wow!" Was all I could say.

If I thought that the outside of the house was gorgeous, then the inside was magnificent. The inside was a mixture of classy but homey.
Jake took me on a tour of the whole house I couldn't stop smiling. To me, every room he took me to was better than the last.

After the tour Jake decided to cook some food and get to know each other.

"Who are you really?" I asked Jake.
He looked at me then said, "I am a gang leader."
I was astonished.
"R-really?"
"Yes. But I'm not going to hurt you."

The room went silent. And got awkward quickly. Instead of looking at him I looked at my hands. My watch soon took my attention.
"Ooh no! I have to go now!" I exclaimed.
"What! Why?" He asked
"My father doesn't like me to be home late."
"Well ok. I can take you, and don't even think about trying to change my mind."
"OK let's go!"

I was very frightened to go home to my father, because I know he was going to punish me.
Its better to get it over with, than to go later and get it worse.

We arrived at my house a quarter to 8. I was dreading going inside.

"Well thank you and goodbye I guess." I squeaked out.
"Are you sure your going to be okay?"
"Umm yes."I answered more like a question.

We arrived at my house and I was dreading what's to come.
"Goodbye princess see you at school tomorrow."
"Bye." I said above a whisper.
I opened the car door and walked to my house door.
I took a few deep breaths and then opened the door.

The house was unusually quiet. Its not normally this way, but then maybe he already passed out from all the alcohol. But as usual fate wasn't on my side.
The light for the TV room flickered on, and there sat my father.
He had a furious face on and a beer in his hand.
I gulped

"Where are you just coming from?" He asked me calmly. It sent chills downy spine.
"I-i was wa-waking ho-ome b-but i-i got a r-ride fr-rom a fr-ftiend." I told him scared shitless.

"Ooh so my little girl decided to become a whore huh!" He sneered.
"N-n." I started but couldn't finish because he threw his beer at me and it hit me on my above my temple.
I fell down and held my head in my hands and curled up in a ball.
Ooh but he wasn't done there. He got up and advanced toward me.
When he reached he bent down and yanked my hair until I was standing up.
My scalp was sore.
He punched me multiple times in my stomach and slapped me twice on each cheek.
I was in agony.
He let me drop on the floor and kicked me any where his foot could get. Suddenly I heard a snap and then massive amount of pain followed. I was coming from my back. I think he broke one of my ribs.

When he heard my blood curling scream he became satisfied and went to his room.
I layer there on the floor in pain too scared to move. Ooh the hoy of having no neighbors to help.

I don't know how long I layer on that floor, but when I opened my eyes it was dawn. The sun was just rising.
I slowly got up, the pain in my back turned to an ache, but still hurt.

As soon as I got up I went to my room and  had a quick shower and dressed in sweat clothes that were just a little too big for me.
I grabbed my back pack from where I left it last night and walked outside.
When I was halfway to school my back started to hurt again so I took a break then continued on.
The school house came into view and I was glad because I felt as if i were to pass out from the pain.
Lord I'm sorry for what I caused on my mother. I know that it is my fault. All I ask is that you please take away this pain that I'm going through. Please. I'm almost at my limit. Almost.