It's Only the Beginning

Chapter 16: Knight in Shining Armour

Jake's POV

My skin prickled and my blood was roaring in my ears as I watched that little bitch run off down the hall. Just leaving Kylie here in the hallway, beaten up. What the fuck is wrong with that kid? First me, then my girl? Shit, did I really just say my girl? Whatever. Shake it off Jake, she needs you right now anyway.

“I'm taking you home Kylie," I said sternly as I walked out of the school with her tucked safely against my chest. She curled up into me even more and cried. I never wanted to see her cry in my life, at least this time it wasn't my fault she was crying. But still, just thinking that Drey thought he could get away with hurting Kylie or even touching her. What kind of a man did that?! No one should ever hit a girl! Especially mine!

“No, my mom's still home," She sobbed into my chest.

“Then we're going to my house," No one was home during the day anyway. I just needed her to relax and sleep a little bit. I needed to take care of her.

We reached my car and I gently placed her into the passengers seat before buckling her in, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear then heading to my side of the car. I could already see the other bruise forming on her face. I didn't even have to guess where the other nasty bruise had come from before, it was obviouse that Drey had given her that one too.

“Why did he do this to you?" I asked starting up the car and buckling myself up, trying to calm down some so I didn't run into the school and beat the living shit out of Drey for even thinking that he could get away with this. I knew as soon as Kylie was asleep I was tracking that bastard down and I would get him back for not only hurting me, but also for hurting Kylie. Especially for hurting Kylie!

“He . . . h-has a bad t-temper," She muttered through sobs, crying into her hands. I couldn't stand seeing her like this! My chest tightened as I listened to her continue to cry. I reached over without thinking, forgetting that she hated me right now for what I had said to her the other day, and carefully caressed her cheek with my hand. She kept crying but looked up at me. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were soaked with tears, but she was still the same beautiful Kylie I knew. I wanted to kiss her, I needed to kiss her.

But not when she was like this. She needed to rest. I couldn't kiss her when she didn't have the strength to push me back if she didn't want me to kiss her.

“Please try to calm down babe, I'm going to take care of you, your safe with me," I assured her, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the parking spot. Then speeding off down the street towards my house.

By the time we got to my house her sobs were mostly under control, little whimpers escaping here and there. I rushed to the other side and carefully plucked her out of the car, kicking the door shut and strutting her into the house and up to my room. I made sure to prop the pillows up so she could sit up without pain and gently placed her onto my bed, bringing the covers up above her chest.

I sat on the edge next to her and just stared at her as she stared back at me. She was so fragile, I couldn't imagine that she hadn't tried to fight back though. Kylie didn't come off as the kind of girl to just let someone hit her whenever they wanted. Why was she so scared of this stupid Drey? He was a piece of shit if you ask me.

“I'm going to go get some ice and hot towels," I said starting to get up but she grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down with so much force I almost fell on top of her. I stopped myself before I could fall on her though, hovering just above her, breathing on her tear soaked face and getting lost in those beautiful eyes again. Like I always did.

“Don't leave me . . . I-I'm scared to be alone," She whispered. I didn't need her to say it again. I scooped her up in an air-tight hug and we laid down on my bed together, hugging each other tightly and just relaxing. Within minutes she was dead asleep in my arms, the way I liked it. She needed the sleep, she looked like she hadn't gotten much since our fight a while back. I missed her so much. Her smile, her voice . . . her laughter. Her lips . . .