The Innocent One (Part 2 of the The Bad Boy series) [COMPLETED✔️]

Chapter 7: Recovering

Mason Steele 

RECAP 

"I could take you home if you like. Do you want to report what happened or go to the doctor to see if you're bruised or anything?" 

"No. I just want to lay down and get some rest." 

"Okay. Let your mom know that I'm taking you home early." 

"Okay." I heard her spoke in her soft tone. 

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I walked next to her in case she falls unexpectedly. Gently, I pulled her closer to me, leaving my arm around her and comfort my touch on her shoulder. I wanted to protect her, be there for her; I don't want to see her get hurt and I don't want to lose her, even after my dumb mistake for the past. I almost lost her. Forever. Thank god that she has a nice persona. She has the kindest, warming heart; the nicest girl I know even if she doubted me in the beginning. But I made a promise to her to not hurt her and I would do anything for her. I'm grateful for her coming into my life somehow. 

We finally got to my car, I opened the door for her to make sure she got in her seat safely. I walked around and climbed in my sat, warming up the car, and drove off the premises. It was a nice drive in the early afternoon and a nice escape to not stay trap in school for the rest of the day. I kept looking at her real quick before resuming my vision on the road. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked her. 

"Yeah. Can you turn the radio down a bit? My headache is still bothering me." I saw she leaned against the window, staring at it while holding her head with her hand. 

"Sure, angel." I reached down to turn the volume knob down. Silence. The car ride was quiet but I didn't want her to feel smothered. Just a few more blocks and we will be at her house in no time. 

Five minutes later, I pulled in her driveway and parked my car there. I bolted out of my car quickly enough to help her up. She waved her hands, rejected the help but I did carry her bag for her. Slowly approaching to get to the front door, she reached for her keys inside her purse and unlock the door. I let her walk in first so she can go ahead and relax for a bit. I closed the door behind me once I made my entrance, hanged her purse on the rack next to the doorway, and headed to the kitchen. "Want an ice pack?" I asked her as I saw she was laying on her stomach with her head meeting the couch pillow. "Please." I heard her respond. I grabbed some paper towels, open the freezer door, took one of the flexible cold packs, and folded it with the towels. I walked over to her with the ice pack and found some medicine to help subside the pain. "Feeling a bit better?," I requested to ask her. 

"A little." 

"Do you need anything else?" I knelt down by her, softly running my hands through her hair to give her the luxury treatment she deserves. 

"My blanket," I heard her quiver from the cold draft coming from the living room window. 

I kissed her head just when I was about to get up from the floor and bounced up the stairs to her room to grab what she needed. Once I took the blanket off from her bed, I went back downstairs to cover her with it. "Thank you." I heard her tell me.