The tears wouldn’t stop once they started. My fingers were shaking and I couldn’t dial. I had no idea why he’s here. I didn’t know if he drove himself here or if someone dropped him and his car off here. I did know he wasn’t the one to beat himself up.
I looked down, scanning his body. His shirt was ripped at the hem and small blots of blood covered it. I grabbed his hand, examining his knuckles. He fought back.
I grabbed my phone again off of my lap and steadied my hand to dial 911. “Don’t…” Noah croaked, his eyes not opened. “Don’t…call. I-I’m f-fine.” He stammered on.
I don’t know if I should listen. I’m just happy he woke up.
I wiped my eyes with my forearm and waited for him to open his eyes. “I need to, Noah. You look pretty bad.”
His grin was crooked and he finally opened his eyes. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that one.”
“You’re such an idiot.” I muttered, now laughing a little.
I brushed my fingers across his bruised cheek and he winced a little under my touch. “You really are an idiot.” I pressed my hand against his cheek, fighting the urge to beat him myself.
He put his hand over mine, closing his eyes again.
I wanted to ask what happened, or if he even remembered anything. But I couldn’t focus on anything but his hand over mine. I scanned his battered face, landing on his lips. His smile was small. His bottom lip was busted again. I moved my eyes back up to his. He slowly opened his eyes, and I could see that familiar blue. “You need to go to the hospital.”
He looked away from me, his lips falling into a frown. “I can’t.”
My sigh came out annoyed, “You probably have broken ribs, Noah. You could be bleeding somewhere inside, you never know.”
“I’ll heal on my own.”
Damn he was so stubborn.
He did his best to sit up. He groaned and slightly whimpered as he leaned back against the seat. “Was it this bad where you used to live?”
He ran his long, yet bruised fingers through his hair. “It was worse.”
Wow, he actually gave me an answer. “You need to do something—”
“Don’t tell me what I need to do. I already know what I need to do.”
Ah, he’s back. “You’re obviously not doing a good job.”
He looked at me, his eyes carefully scanning my face. “Were you crying?”
I quickly wiped at my eyes and my cheeks. “I thought you were dead. Or close to it.”
“Aw, would you miss me?” He teased.
I wasn’t in the teasing mood. “I was scared.” I carefully admitted.
His smile fell. “I’m sorry, Willow.”
I shook my head, “No, don’t apologize. I’d rather you be here then somewhere in an alley.”
“I don’t even know how I got here.”
I nudged my head in the direction of the house, “Let’s get those cleaned up.” I gestured towards his hands. He flexed them out, examining them.
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The Bad Boy's Secret (Book 1)
Novela Juvenil(Book 1) "What exactly did you do to get kicked out of your last school?" I felt my chest tighten when the vicious smirk played across Noah's lips. He leaned toward me in a flash, pressing me against my bedroom wall. "If I told you, I would have t...
