Juliet saved the Bad Boy (COMPLETED)

TWENTY FOUR

JULIET

I don't know if it's my stab wound talking, but I just stayed still in my seat as he drove. He kept sighing heavily and kept looking at me after a few seconds as he drove rather fast. Trust me, If I wasn't bleeding to death I would have ripped this door open and jumped out of the car. But I felt myself growing dizzy but still maintained my composure. 

After two years, he was finally back. I thought we'd never cross paths again, because I sure did cut my connections with his family. But here I was trapped in his car while he was driving madly. i couldn't look at him directly because I just see everything... I see where everything went wrong. And ever single fucked up thing that happened to me started when I met this asshole. So much for risking and trusting my guts. 

After a few minutes we finally arrived at their house, he hurriedly dashed to my side and opened my door carrying me yet again on his arms as we wandered to their house. I can hear his heart pounding and ragged breath. Huh, he still smelled the same. I couldn't mistake that perfume, it was him. And just like that, a mirage of memories started flashing through my mind. 

We finally made it into his room, he opened it with ease and directed ourselves to his bathroom where he settled me unto the his marble bathroom sink countertop. I breathed in heavily as my wound stung. I closed my eyes for a few seconds as I heard him rummage through the small cabinet there and took out a kit- a medical kit. 

"Lean back for me," he says as I followed his orders and leaned unto the wall behind me. 

He started taking out a few things and untied the sleeve of the jacket that was tied on my arm. He winced a bit when he saw the wound. 

"Okay, it's not that deep. I need you to relax for me, I need to clean it and stitch it." he says calmly as he looked intensely at my arm. I didn't respond but just let him do his thing. 

He started cleaning my wound delicately. 

"Who the hell did this to you," he asked as he concentrated on cleaning me up. 

"Just a friend" i managed to choke out as I was wincing a bit as he did his thing. 

"Friends don't stab friends, Juliet' he said flatly as he laid the damp cotton on my arm

"Trust me, people do.." I said intending to make it come out as a double meaning comment. 

He just kept quiet. And worked on my wound. 

"Please, tell me what's happening to you Juliet. I'm getting worried," he says his eyebrows furrowed as he spared me a glance for a second and continued working on my arm.

I just chuckled at him and didn't answer him. 

"Nothing happened to me, nothing." I said 

Because partly it was true, nothing happened for my life. For the past few years I was just.. drifting. I was just surviving through everyday even if I was miserable, I know I just had to- for Jeremy. Nothing happened to my life because I had nothing.. I had no one. So what was there to tell.

"If you're in this state, that isn't true. I can see a lot of shit did."  He said clearly frustrated because I wasn't willing to talk. 

"Everyone is worried about you, even my mom is. Please, let us help." He begged as he rummaged in his kit again as he was now finished with cleaning me up. 

"I don't need your help, Especially yours. I would rather bleed to death," I said out of spite and looked at the blank wall in front of me. 

"Why are you denying help? God, Juliet!" he said as he turned to my direction and ran his fingers through his golden locks and breathed out heavily. He then regained composure and brought out a curved needle and a surgical thread to patch me up.