The Bad Boy Is Out

Seventeen: Finally

The Bad Boy Is Out 17

Picture: Rapha (Layla's husband)

Seventeen: Finally

I lay alone in my bed itching like crazy. My eczema was itchy like mad, and my creams weren't doing shit. I had red marks and blood me...but it didn't hurt...it never hurt...it should hurt. Why am I...so weird? Such a freak of nature. I closed my eyes and sighed as my itchiness calmed down a bit. I couldn't sleep...I kept thinking of Maone and his kidnapping incident. I'll never understand why did what he did. Maybe I didn't want to.

But every time I closed my eyes I saw his creepy face forcing me to kiss him, I felt his hands on my body...and I hated it. I wasn't falling asleep like this. I was about to call Ayrton, but I heard a knock at my window. I jumped out of bed and ran to my window. Thankfully it was Ayrton. I shoved up the window and hugged him tightly almost dragging him in. I think I caught him off guard, but once I pulled back he climbed in fully and placed his hand on my forehead. He asked "are you okay, Natie?"

"Umm, now that you're here...yes"

"What's wrong?"

"I keep thinking about it. How if you came any later...he could have actually ra-"

"Let's just be glad I got there when I did"

"Ya" I answered hugging him again. This time he wrapped his arms around me, enclosing me with warmth. I sighed out...finally calm. I guided him to my bed, his eyebrow raised before he asked "are we finally gonna..."

"No. I just can't sleep...and I sleep better with you around"

"So I'm just you're goodnight teddy bear/dream catcher"

"Kinda...please" I added a puppy dog look that I hoped he wouldn't deny. He tried but finally gave in with a smile and answered "fine. Just for you". I smiled back and climbed into bed, he followed suit. His arm stayed around me and I cuddled closer to stay warm. My eyes closed so fast I didn't even realize.

Bam. Shit...I guess I didn't lock my bedroom door, I jolted up and as my gaze focused on the door my vision zeroed in and I saw who it was. It was...my... Mom. Holy fuck shit was I screwed. She burst in screaming "LAYLA'S HAVING THE BABY!!!!"

I was shocked...for both two reasons. One my sister is in labour and my mom seeing Ayrton and I in the same bed. Or maybe she didn't see hi-

"And...*sigh*...we'll talk about 'this' later. I guess both of you can come, but once you two get to the hospital get ready to tell everyone"

"But...Mama..."

"I'm not saying I'm against it...I'm just saying...you're the one who's telling the family. Now hurry up and get dressed. Wake him up too hurry, I'll tell your dad you'll meet us there" she said closing the door behind her. I sighed choppy. I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach. My brothers were not going to like this, one because he's a guy...two because he's Ayrton Rider. I shook my head back to reality and shook Ayrton so he'd wake up. He didn't budge. I heard my parents drive out of the driveway. I shook him harder...oh gosh this dude was a heavy sleeper. I screamed out "GET UP! MY SISTER IS HAVING THE BABY!! WAKE UP DUDE!!"

Still nothing. I leaned my ear down to his nose, I could hear he was still breathing. On the bright side he wasn't dead, but he really needed to wake up. I could have screamed out some outrageous things so he'd wake up, but I decided on a better option. Ayrton's a perv at heart, so I kiss him or touch him...he'll wake up. I went with the less embarrassing choice and decided to kiss him. I took a deep breath...I don't know why I felt so embarrassed to do this. He was officially my boyfriend...officially all mine. My cheeks burned with a passion...I leaned down as my lips landed onto his.