What Happened to the Bad Boy? (What Happened Series #1) *completed*

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Allen's POV

They gave me some what of a shower and I swear my skin would be red for days afterwards. It wasn't the greatest thing but it worked. Now I was back in the basement after they took me up into a room that looked relatively homey and into the bathroom. Then threw me back down into the basement. His girlfriend wouldn't even look at me and if she did it was with sadness. I hated that she pitied me. It was her fault that I got caught. It was her fault that she raped me. I was still scared shitless to fall asleep.

I was freezing now because I was in the cold ass basement with nothing but boxers on and the cement walls. I think I was officially losing my mind as well. I would think I hear them come down. Or I would hear my fathers voice speaking to me but he wasn't there. Every time my father would touch me I would scream because I knew what was coming next. Even when his girlfriend touched me I would scream. She's done it once since the whole rape thing and never once did she do it since then because I hit her in the face do to me ripping my hand from her grip. You can just imagine the shit I got for that.

I heard commotion upstairs and instantly shrunk farther into the wall. Then there were loud and multiple footsteps and the door swung open to the basement. I could hear people coming down the stairs. I felt tears stream down my face as my fathers yells sounded around me. Hands gripped my arm and I cried out while shoving them away but who ever it was continued to shout and grab me. I curled farther up as he finally let go. My body stung with pain when a hand touched my back and I wrenched myself away and whimpered again in pain.

This time two pairs of hands grabbed at me but I screamed for my father to stop. It was so pain full with just him grabbing me I didn't want to feel how he would hit me again.

"Stop! Stop! Let him go!" Someone yelled and the hands released me. It was quiet now and all that could be heard was my whimpering and sniffling from crying and pain. Some one touched my arm and I flinched while whimpering in pain. "Allen?" Some one spoke and I flinched again. "Babe it's me. Regan." The some one spoke again and suddenly my thoughts connected. I thought I knew that voice I just didn't think it was real.

"What makes you think he is gonna listened to him?" Some one asked.

"Because he loves him." A girl said but I couldn't really comprehend what they were talking about.

"Allen. I'm here to help you. Please babe look at me." Regan said his voice quiet and gentle. There was no force or demand. Painfully I lifted my head a little and opened my eyes as best I could as tears fell from them. I watched Regan sit knelt down in front of me. Tears in his eyes. I looked around the room slightly and saw a group of men with guns and two EMT's with their bags. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I hadn't realized I had reached my hand out and touched Regan's arm until I looked back at him. I couldn't believe he was actually here. I followed up his arm to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Then my hand worked its way up his neck and to his cheek. He closed his eyes and his head nuzzled farther into my hand ever so slightly that only I would notice. Then I burst out in sobs and fell into his chest knowing full well that he would catch me. I gripped him with everything I had left. Which of course wasn't much.

I felt some thing soft wrap around me along with his warm, comforting arms and cried harder. He lifted me up and carried me out of the basement. I still felt pain but I was to focused on the relief I was feeling to care. I felt something soft laid underneath me and Regan pulled away to the point where he was holding my hand and I was laid on a bed. I kept my eyes closed because I now felt exhausted. I gripped his hand hard and I could feel it shaking. Some on touched my arm and I flinched.

"It's ok Allen your safe now. They're gonna help you I promised I'd come back for you and I kept it so I promise they wont hurt you." He said looking down at me. His other hand combed through my hair. My body struck with pain as the bed under me shifted. A hand grabbed my arm gently and I forced myself not to flinch so instead I squeezed Regan's hand tighter. I opened my eyes a little to look at who ever was touching me and when I saw it was a small black hair women I sighed. She smiled kindly down at me while putting an I.V. into my wrist. But I let her do it. I wasn't afraid not with Regan here. He leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes.

"I love you." I choked at as best i could. I saw sadness wash over his face but he smiled.

"I love you too."