The BadAss And The Nerd

Chapter 16- Teddy Bears, Flynn Cares

Brooklyn’s POV:

 

                “I’ve been waiting for a long time to get you alone,” Flynn’s dad smiles at me, his teeth looking yellow from years of smoking. His boot continues to press on my chest, the weight making it just a tad hard to breathe.

                “What do you want?” I repeat, my hands clasping onto his booted foot trying to pry it off of me to no avail. His brown eyes seem to glare down at me, looking darker with malice. “Flynn’s about to come back,” I warn. Surely Flynn would be able to make his dad leave, hopefully.

                “Aw, you still expect Flynn to protect you. How cute, but what will happen when he’s not there?” he smirks. Why is he doing this? Why did I even do to him? We rarely even talked when I hung out at his house. The rumble of my car nears us and I feel the weight lift off of me and Flynn’s father is nowhere to be seen. Flynn pulls up by me and helps me up from the ground before depositing me onto the passenger’s seat. I groan as I press a hand to my chest, I better not be left with the print of a tattoo on my body.

                “Are you okay?” Flynn looks at me, green eyes dimming with concern. I fight the urge to make some sarcastic comment and merely nod staring out the window. “Don’t lie to me, what’s wrong?”

                “Why did your dad just basically threaten me in a completely creepy way?” I turn to look at him but he shifts his gaze to stare out the windshield. His knuckles seem to turn white with the force he’s using to grip the steering wheel. He clenches his jaw before speaking.

                “What did he say?” he asks through gritted teeth. Oh look, someone’s mad.

                “Something about having wanted to get me alone and you not being able to protect me,” I mumble, sinking further into the seat. Flynn grumbles a couple of curse words under his breath, but remains silent throughout the rest of the drive. I decide not to question him yet, I’ll do that in the comfort of my own room. He helps me out of the car and into the living where we find my dad watching one of his beloved games.

                “Hey Jake, Brook might’ve had an accident in school,” Flynn mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

                “Brook, you couldn’t hold it until you got to the bathroom,” my oh-so caring father responds, his eyes not bothering to leave the screen.

                “No, someone may have fallen on top of her from a second story window and she took the brunt of the fall,” Flynn mumbles sheepishly. That’s all my dad needed to hear to pause his game and come look over me. His hands pat down my legs as if I’m packing some sort of weapon and I realize he’s too nervous to follow protocol. 

                “Dad, I’m fine. I just need something for the pain,” I state, looking into his green eyes and nodding slowly. He mumbles a low ‘sure’ before going over to his medical bag and pulling out some pills.

                “Do you need some soup, a smoothie, chocolate? Whatever you need just name it,” my father rambles quickly and I barely keep up with whatever he’s saying. I down the two pills with water and look at him calmly, debating how I can milk this situation to my advantage.

                “Can you buy me the last two seasons of The Vampire Diaries?” I bat my eyelashes innocently at my dad. He groans and I widen my eyes before he nods with a sigh. “Pretty Little Liars wouldn’t hurt either,” I add with a small smile. Flynn rolls his eyes as my dad puts his coat on and grabs his key before heading out the door. It’s so good to be daddy’s little girl.