Troublemaker

Chapter 2

"Where do you think you're going girlfriend?" Those words would be amazing to here after 18 years of the single life except the factor I'm practically being held against my will. I couldn't get him to budge and my heart was starting to race even faster.

"Come on love, I won't bite," he leaned down to my ear, "to hard." He kissed my neck and slowly started to suck on it. I could feel the spot getting sensitive and I did the only thing I could. My knee hit his manhood and he isn't fumbled back.

"Shit!" he cursed grabbing himself bending over. Finally I could feel my body so I ran. I didn't want to look back, he could be behind me and if he was I wanted to think I was getting away good. I finally had to stop for some air and when I looked around me no one was to be seen. I looked at the sign of the road and quickly found I was only 2 blocks away. I decided to watch the rest. When I made it to my house I thought for sure my father had, had a heart attack.

"Sara you didn't answer my call!" he yelled hugging me.

"I know I'm sorry," I hugged him back.

"Why didn't you answer?" he asked arms length away holding me.

"Because, I didn't feel it," I couldn't tell him what really happened.

"Well then put your ring on I can't have anything happening to you." He sat on the couch and turned the tv on. I could tell that his nervousness about living here was still there and seemed a bit more up front now.

"Dad, why are you so nervous about me going out here? Shouldn't you be more relaxed now that were in your hometown?" I sat down next to him and I could feel him tense up. He took a deep breath and looked at me.

"When I got the call about the job I got warned by my new boss that this town has changed. The violence his increased a lot and I don't want anything to happen to you." My heart sank at the factor he didn't tell me. The whole running into mister creepers could have been avoided if he would have told me. I still didn't want him dad to worry though.

"Dad, I'm a big girl I can take care of myself," I smiled.

"I know, but apparently the fights are getting worse and the cops are trying to crack down. I just worry you're my baby girl."

I hugged him, "I know dad, but you don't need to stress over me okay?" I got up and headed for my room.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, just tired, I'll see you tomorrow dad," I smiled and went into my room. I was so relieved to see my dad had finished setting my bed up. I quickly threw my clothes off and put some pj's on. I curled up in my blankets and tried to forget everything.

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I woke up that morning feeling a bit relieved. I was so excited when I smelt bacon cooking. I ran out of my room and into the kitchen and my heart stopped at what I saw.

"Oh hey Sara, this is Louis, he lives above us." If only my dad knew he almost raped me last night he wouldn't be munching on my bacon.

"Hi," I muttered taking a chair next to him.

"It's nice to meet you Sara," he smiled. He may be bad but damn were those eyes beautiful.

"So your dad says you use to live here."

"Yeah, a long time ago."

"Yeah, he said you were 8 that means I was 11," he smiled eating some more of my bacon. My dad placed a plate down in front of me with bacon and eggs.

"So you're 21 Louis?" my dad asked.

"Yes, I am. I moved here about 3 years ago."

"Right out of high school?"

"Yeah, well my mom died and my dad is," he trailed of a little, you could tell he was thinking about his answer, "he was never really there for me so I left."

"I see, well if you ever need anything I'm here for you son." My dad patted his back and it felt like a hit to the gut. Son? No you can't be this okay with him.

"I have to head to work so," my dad stood up and Louis followed.

"You guys should exchange numbers just in case you ever need each other." Louis's grin was priceless, he'd won without even trying.

"Okay," I walked to my room and grabbed my phone not knowing Louis had followed.

"Number beautiful?" We exchanged numbers and he was gone along with my dad. I laid on the couch thinking just how 'great' it was that my creeper not only knew where I lived but lived above me. Now I'm never getting away from him. Not to long after my dad had left I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see Louis.

"What do you want?" I spat.

"You owe my balls an apology."

"I don't owe you shit, pervert."

"You sure about that?" His smirk grin made me want to slap him so bad.

"Just because you've won my dad over doesn't mean you've won me over, got it?"

"I got it, but soon enough you'll like me."

"How do you know?"

"Because I can see it in your eyes you want me." That fucker how can he see it? Is it that obvious that he's the most gorgeous thing I've seen in my life?

"Besides you're dad's going to start questioning why you hate me." I took a deep breath and relaxed.

"Okay, so what do I owe you for the balls?"

"A date."

"A date? You tried to rape me!"

He chuckled, "I wasn't going to rape you." You could tell he was thinking about his next sentence.

"You're just different. Most girls don't fight me, they normally just give in and have a night of fun."

"Well I'm sorry I'm not normal."

"Don't be, that's why I want to take you on an actual date."

"Oh," my heart raced. So not only was it good for once that I was different, but I was semi already changing mister bad boy.

"So date?"

"Fine, tonight?"

"At 8, I'll come down to get you, bye love." Before I knew it he was upstairs. I shut the door and it hit me. I had my first date and it was with a bad boy. This should go well.