The Bad Boy Saved Me

Chapter 5 My Guardian Angel

Chapter 5 ~ My Guardian Angel

As I tried to forced open my eyes, I heard a loud thump. I finally got them open and to say I was surprised was an understatement. Vince was on top of my dad beaten the fuck out of him.

"Vince what are you doing." I screamed.

"A man should never hit a women. This asshole has no reason to put his hands on you." he yelled.

"Listen to me, it's okay. I'm fine, please Vince stop." I said terrified that he was gonna kill him.

I grabbed his arm and looked into his eyes begging him to stop. He knew what I was asking and stopped.

"Come on, lets go." he said heading for the door.

We climbed into his truck and rode in silence. I was afraid to ask where we were going so I just sat back and stayed quiet. We came to a stop and I looked out the window to see we where at the park. He got out of the car and sat on one of the swings, while I sat in the other.

"Does he always do that. Is that why you walk in with bruises on body and you cut." he said, sadness laced in his voice.

"Yes, but it's okay I got pretty use to taking his beatings." I said, thinking about all the horrible things that asshole of a father.

"Well you shouldn't have suffer that abuse anymore. You are going to live with me and we are going to report that bastard to the police."

"No, he is only like this when he is drunk. I will stay with you but please don't call the police." I said begging him.

"Fine but if he every lays a hand on you again. I will not hesitate to beat his ass to death." he reply, as we walked to the car.

On the way to his house I had to ask him the question that had been bothering me.

"How did you see him um....." I trailed off not knowing how to state it.

"You left your jacket, and I was going to give it back to you when I saw it happen." he said not looking straight and even blinking.

I nodded understanding, and stayed quiet the rest of the ride.

When we got to his house, he handed me one of his shirts and one of his shorts, and showed me the bathroom. As I looked in the mirror I could tell I would have a huge bruise where my dad hit me. I put on his clothes and they were really big on me. His shirt went to my thighs and covered his shorts. I went back to his room and saw him in his boxers. He climbed into bed and motion me to follow. I was to tired to even blush or be

self-conscious. I snuggled really close to him and breathed in his smell. He smelled tropical. He whispered something along the lines of "goodnight Mrs.badass" but I fell asleep right before he finished his sentence.