The Bad Boy Saved Me

Chapter 11

"Will I appreciate your help. I really do. But you can't be around me all of the time, and the next time Bobby or his minions see me alone, I'm gonna have hell to pay. He will not forget this. Bobby is.... well.... he never forgets when people doesn't follow him. He remember everything if it involves someone not deffying him. He can be deathly. Not just his violent actions, but also his words. Everything about him is vicious." A shudder went through me as I remembered some of the things he has done to me, and I have seen him do to others.

"What ever did you do to make him hate you so much?" Will asked with a puzzled look in his eyes. "How can anyone hate someone like you?"

Someone like me? What the hell does that mean? Someone who has no friends? Someone who is ugly?

"What do you mean someone like me?" I asked, my voice a mix of anger and curiosity.

His eyes looked deep into mine and he grabbed my hand.

"I mean; Someone who is so beautiful without even knowing. Someone who has the most amazing smile, even if I have only ever seen it once. Someone who cares for everyone, even those who bully her."

"I don't care for them." I lied.

"You can deny it all that you want, but I know that you do. I can see it in your eyes. You still remember all the good things about them. You know, I've lived quite a lot of places, and I've seen a fair amount of people being bullied, but I have never seen someone being bullied, and still be able to see love and generosity in their eyes towards their bully. I don't know how, I don't know why. All I know is that you are the first person I have ever wanted to get so close to."

I felt my heart warming. Does he.... Could he... Maybe he could. Maybe he could be the guy who would finally help me get over Bobby and Camille. I hate what they have done to me. I looked down at myself. My pants were baggy, my shirt hang loose around my body and the sleeves went over my hands. Before I could wear body-fit clothes and feel comfortable. But now? I hate myself, I hate my body. I can't imagine someone ever being able to look at me and see beauty. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe there is someone out there who can help me be myself once again. Maybe that someone is the very same boy who is standing infront of me, looking at me with those beautiful, kind eyes, and maybe, just maybe, I can love myself again.

"Will" I whispered.

"I know. You don't have to say anything. Just let me walk you home okay?" He looked away and I could tell he thought I would push him away.

"Okay." Was all I said. We started walking towards my house. After a couple of minutes debating with myself i sneaked my hand into his and send him a smile.

"Thank you Will." And his face lit up like a sky full of stars.