Saved by the Bad Boy

Chapter 23

He turns around, fear and anger prominent in his eyes.

"What did I tell you?! I said to turn around." I'm still too stunned to say anything, "You weren't supposed to see that."

"So you're keeping more secrets from me again?" He shakes his head looking down, "Just go back to your girlfriend, we're done. We've been done, you obviously don't care about me anymore so."

"Cali, I told you before, she's not my girlfriend! And we're not done, because I didn't say we're done, you're still mine and this baby in your stomach is mine. I care, I care too much to tell you."

"Ugh! Then why do you lie to me! You're such a lier! You never told me about your girlfriend, about leaders plans, and now this! It's obvious that you don't care!"

"I'm not at lier! I do care!" I raise my hand, anger surging. I don't want him to care, I wish he wouldn't care. It's already been enough pain and I don't want to face the fact that I still love him. So I raise me hand to slap him, mad at his words. Suddenly and quickly he pushes himself against me, his hand meeting mine, and pushes me against the wall, his lips crashing against mine. At first I'm shocked, but I can't help but kiss him back, my lips move in sinc with his and he bites my lower lip. My brain tries to work against me but I can't stop. I know I love him and I know our love is domed, it was domed since we first made eye contact that day before he saved me. And I have to admit it, but he keeps saving me. He saved me by making me fall in love with him instead of giving into my depression, he saved me from this place by giving me and baby, and he's saving me now, from the monster that was starting to eat away my insides, and tearing me apart. We pull away, gulping in air, we stare into my eyes before I blink tears away. His brown eyes are full of love and the loneliness of these past months. He wipes away the tears.

"Baby, what's wrong." I choke a sob at him calling me that.

"I'm sorry, oh, I'm so sorry." My lips quiver, "I'm so selfish, thinking that it was all your fault when you were facing much worst pain then I was feeling. I'm so s-sorry, you don't deserve me, nobody does. I've been such a b-bad person, I can't even tell you what I've d-done." Tears are streaming down my cheeks. I shake under his hard chest and he wraps his arms around me, running his hands through my hair, hushing me.

"No, no, Cali, no. It's not your fault, and the pain you felt was just as bad as mine. I'm really sorry, I shoved told you what happened. I wish...I wish I could've escaped with you. I should've been strong, I should've been strong enough to not let them capture again. I was so stupid." He whispers. I let out another sob.

"No, I'm serious, you don't deserve me. You need someone who will be there for you, that will talk it out. It's not your fault."

"Okay, okay, I think we both agree that we've done something wrong." He pulls away and cups my face in his hands, "Cali, do you swear that you will always be truthful with me? And I will be truthful to you." I nod and he takes my hand, and fingers the ring that he gave me on our wedding, "You're still wearing it." I give a small smile.

"I still loved you, I cried for you every night. I didn't sleep, I would only cry, I couldn't handle it. Do you know how many times I wished I could die? But you gave me a reason to keep going." I say placing a hand on my stomach. "He is the only reason I'm still here." He cries and kisses my cheek, trailing kisses down my neck. He then crouches down and places a hand on my stomach.

"Thank you for watching out for her when I didn't. Daddy loves you." He kisses my belly, sending a happy electric jolt through me. I feel my knees get weak around him. He stands up, gripping my waist, "I was there. I know it sounds bad but I saw you in that house, I saw you staring out of the window, crying. I wanted to run to you, I wanted to tell you how much I loved you. But I was scared, I was scared that you didn't want me anymore. I didn't sleep either, I fake snored so you'd think I was asleep. I heard all those things you whispered to him," he places a hand on my belly, "I love you, I love you more than anything else, and we're going to get out of here. I promise." I bite my lip.

"There's no way. I don't know this new place." He shrugs.

"I do." I'm about to ask before I'm reminded of what started this in the first place.

"Oh, I need to clean those. I sweat when I get my hands on him." I mutter the last sentence and push him away to find the first aid kit. There is usually one in the bathroom and I quickly spot it. I get it and come out. I motion for him to turn around and he does so. I bite my lip, nervous and careful not to rub it on his wounds, I pull his shirt over his head. I wash them with a rag and warm water, making him hiss in pain. I then add on Neosporin and place on huge bandaids. He turns around and my breath hitches at his exposed chest, I advert my eyes.

"We should get you a new shirt." I say starting to turn away from him, but he grabs my around the waist and pulls me into him. My hands tough his muscles and my heart starts beating really fast. He leans down and whispers in my ear.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" I bite my lip and he looks at me and groans, "You have to stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Biting you lip, I just makes me want to devour you." I smile and he places another kiss on mine. I soon forget all my pain, and all the bad things going on. Now, it's only him and me, and for all I care, we could be the only two people in the world.