'Little bold one'

Problem

Whilst I was in the park with Baizen, laughing on the swings and pushing each other down the slide, Clarke ran up to us. Frantically, he stumbled over his words; all I could understand was 'gang, fight, run'. That's when we ran, ran as fast as my little legs could go but then Baizen lifted me up so we went ten times faster than my speed.
We reached Clarke's house, our house and excitedly hid in my bedroom. I stuck some of my Italian music on on my stereo and started to skip about joyously. At first Baizen and Clarke laughed at me but then they started to join in like I was a serious woman, like they admired me somehow.
A bang at the door startled me but I answered it anyway. It was that dodgy boy in my Maths class who pushed me out of the way, searching for Baizen in my own home.
"Excuse me but this is my home and Baizen isn't here right now," I said that slightly louder so the boys could hear me from up in the attic and hide before it was too late.
"Why do you want to know where he is?" I questioned but the nameless boy didn't answer. I saw an anger flickering in his eyes like he desperately needed to punch something. Not me. Please not me.
"Where's than dickhead!?"
"Excuse me that d-- well that boy is my lover and I'm not going to allow you to waltz into my home and declare that he's here when he's not. Go."
It worked and I scurried up the stairs into my room. The boys revealed themselves and Baizen instantly kissed my lips off my traumatised face. Never did I ever have a proper disagreement without my mother by my side and where a drunk schoolboy nearly punched me. There was an illuminating rush inside of me. It settled when Baizen wrapped his arm around me. Suddenly, I pushed him away.
"Why was he here? Why did he want to deliberately kill you, Baizen? What's going on?"
"You need to explain, Baizen. This secret can't be locked up forever," replied Clarke. Clarke! Why him? They both knew something I didn't and I instantly wanted to know.
"Hello?!"
"Erm... well. Sit down. Please Calvina. Understand what I'm going to tell you."
I started to really worry like I was going to be sick. There was a feeling of distress.
"I had. I have anger issues. So much that I put someone in hospital. My ex girlfriend. She has a permanent head injury because of me."