The "Bad Boy"

Chapter Nine-The Big Boss

"I'll think about it." Is all I say to Scott for some reason. Why can't I just say yes? I want to be with him as much as he wants to be with me. Why won't I just say yes? And how long is thinking about something? That could take more than a year sometimes, I think. And what if we all fall off the face of the Earth? I'll never know the butterfly feeling of having a boyfriend like him. Sweet, cute, but may have a dark side included. Haven't seen it yet though, thankfully. This all depends on my words.

"Wait...how long will that-" "Shh, I promise I do like you. I like you a lot but I just need some time. I've never done this before. I think I should go." I explain. I've never had a boyfriend and I never intended on having a nice bad boy be my first. More of a smart and nice guy, but those are hard to come by and like my dad says, all boys are bad.

"No please stay, Orion. I really like you. Please just stay." he begged. He grabbed my hand and I sat back down on the couch. "Okay."

Really? Just an okay? You really need to work on your soon to be relationship with Scott, girl. I know, I know but it's just all to crazy right now that I just can't do anything. I turn to look back at him and he pulls me into a hug. I can't resist for two reasons, one he's really strong, and three that I really like him and want to feel his warm, protective arms around me. It felt so good that I almost ignored the huge sound of banging and yelling outside the door.

"WHERE'S MY DAMN PAY RENT SCOTT?!" A booming voice yelled. It startled and Scott jumped up and pulled me with him. He grabbed Moose and whispered, "Listen Rion, no madder what you hear, promise me you won't come out of here." Then, he shoves me and Moose into a closet.

"Wait, who's that?" I quickly ask. "The big boss."

The big boss. Scott's dad. All I know about them, is they don't get along. That's obviously why he lives in this RV. But it doesn't make such a difference living so close to each other. Especially when Scott has to pay rent for living in an RV. I guess I will never understand. But it seems like he's got a really tough life.

The door opens and I hear a big smack making me cringe. A grunt from both Moose and someone outside the closet doors. Moose for some reason seemed too scared to go out and attack Scott's dad. Poor thing. I peak through the holes and see Scott on the floor holding his face. My eyes pop open and I push through the doors and fall on the floor face first. Moose slowly crawled toward me, making sure he wasn't seen as a threat. He licked my cheek and I sat up. Seeing the worlds ugliest man in front of me.

With slicked back, dark blonde hair and arms the size of Montana, a great big body built like a brick wall. An empty bottle in one hand and a thick brown cigar in the other. He wore an undershirt and gray dress pants. A cliché attire for people like him, no offense.

"Who are you? Samantha? Or Robin?" Scott's dad asks with plenty of venom in his eyes to scare me. But I will not be a little helpless girl and not defend myself.

"Her name," Scott says, wiping the blood from his nose, "is Orion, asshole!" Scott got up, jumped up and punched down on his dads face hard. He fell to the ground and Scott pushed him out of the RV.

I think he said something but I was too shocked to process it all out. I just sat there in awe, waiting to be taken out of this trance. Did he really just punch his old man? I can't believe it.

"Orion, come on you need to get out of here."

Scott pulled me up and walked me outside where a broken bottle, still lit cigar and a big dirty man lay on the concrete. He kept pulling me but something gave me a bad idea about a fire starting. And Scott's father being just one of those victims. I quickly stomped it out and kept walking. Scott got on the bike and before I could refuse, I jumped on and put my fabulous new helmet on.

"Wait, what about Moose?" I ask. "Don't worry, my dad doesn't mess around with him anymore, not after what that dog did to him." Huh, I guess that dog is a true soldier after all. I was still afraid about the ride and all that has happened but Scott's right, I do not belong in this environment and need to get out of here.

But what will his parents do to him when he gets back? I don't want him to leave me. I want to just snuggle back up in his arms and be with him there forever. But he has responsibilities and I can't mess that up for him. So much is just boggling my mind right now that I almost forget that it is almost nine and I cannot be late for home. Never have I ever been late. And won't ever. Especially now being with a boy, my dad would kill me.

"Please hurry Scott, it's almost nine!" I yell over the loud sound of the motorcycle. He speeds up a little by thankfully doesn't break the speed limit. The one thing I don't need now is a ticket that will cost me forty minutes late time. But I am glad when we soon arrive at my house at just 8:57.

"Thank you so much and not so much for today. Hope it can get better but I'll se you at school tomorrow bye!" I breath out quickly. I take off the helmet and hand it to him while we walk up the porch to my house. "It's yours, keep it." Scott answers. "Thanks," I smile and reach up to touch his cheek that is burning red and cut a little.

"Oh my god Scott, come on let me help you with that-" As I reach the door handle with my keys but Scott takes both my hands in his. "No, I can't let your parents see me like this." he refuses. "No, I'm not taking no for an answer. Just go to that side of the house and climb up the tree, I'll help you get through my window. Now go!" I order him. He starts running to the right side of my house and I go inside.

"Hey Orion, how was it?" My mother asks me nicely. "It was fine, just going to go to my room now and go to bed, goodnight." I say kissing goodnight to my mom and dad.

Running up stairs, I normally tire myself out and run to my room to see Scott on the roof outside my window. I throw the window sill up and pull him in. Taking the bandages from the bathroom and throwing cold water on his cheek. He sat on my bed and waited for me to throw away all the bloody paper towels and tissues. I washed my hands and walked back to the room with him. He got up and walked over to me, grabbing my red cheeks and towering over me. My breath became shaky and he simply said, "I have to go, thanks." He then leaned down and kissed me. He then kissed my forehead and took a last look at my eyes and left. Leaving me dazed. I need to figure out what is wrong with this boy.