The Bad Boys Secret

The Bad Boys Secret [7]

Olivia P.O.V

Where am I?

I was currently in a white room. Filled with hospital equipment--- why am I hooked up to hospital equipment?!?

Calm down Olivia, I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation.

I was about to swing my legs over the bed when my father came bursting through the doors.

It really didn't look like my father though.

This man that looked like my father had on jeans, combat boots, and a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath while my father usually wears his ironed suits.

I must be in some kind of alternative universe.

There's no way in the world that my father is currently standing her in front of me looking like a bad ass.

I felt myself trying to climb out of the bed i was in.

"Nonononono Honey, stay there" My father said kinda gently shoving me back in the bed.

"Where am I, Dad?" I asked as I got under the covers.

I noticed I was wearing legging and an over-sized shirt. 

That's new.

"um-erm- I'll explain it to you later, once your better" He said sounding relived.

"Why? What are you not telling me?" I asked getting irritated.

I wake up in what looks to be a knock-off hospital and my father looks completely different and he won't tell me where the hell I am?!? Or why I'm fucking here?!?

My Dad looked at me for a moment then paused.

"Your just not ready yet" he whispered to me.

I grumbled then turned to him.

"Then, if you can't tell me where I am; can you at least tell me why?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

"You mean---You don't remember?" My fathers face was pale.

"Remember what exactly?" I asked uncrossing my arms.

"Bring him in" My father said at the door.

I didn't expect anything to happen but I was soon mistaken.

The door opened and two guards came in with Axel between them.

I was about to open my mouth and question why Axel was here when everything came flooding back to me.

The dress. drinks. beer. lots and lots of beer. a guy. room. ripping. pain. despair.

I felt like I was going to vomit.

Oh God.

No.

It couldn't have happened to me.

God, please no.

I felt tears fill my eyes.

My father looked over at me.

I couldn't breath.

Air wouldn't fill my lungs.

It had happened to me.

I felt what I believe to be tears stream down my face.

I had my virginity stolen from me.

I was scum.

Trash.