I walk through the front door and immediately I am greeted by a drunk Hayden. He goes to lean against the wall but just falls and struggles to get back up. Some how, he managed to keep his drink for spilling.
"Hey, you know I have been thinking," he slurs. "We could be back together. I miss the taste of your lips. And maybe you don't have to be a prude and you could let me get some."
I barely comprehend what he says. He has a huge smirk across his face that I desperately want to slap off. Before I can even speak, Troy walks up.
"Hayden, go away. You are drunk as fuck and she obviously doesn't want you by her." He speaks up for me.
Hayden agrees and stumbles up the steps. I look at Troy but he is already gone.
Thankfully, Maddie walks through the crowd with two red cups in her hand.
"Come on. Drink and get wasted or laid. I know its been awhile since you got some." She smirks at her bold statement.I decided to drink the vodka and Sprite in the cup.
I glance through the groups of people noticing Hayden still trying to get up the steps, Maddie sitting on some guy's lap, Kailyn making out with Anthony, and Troy, leading two private school girls outside. After Troy passes by, two massive men quickly follow. I decide to go outside and see what happens.
Once I am on the front porch, I see the two big guys beating the shit out of Troy. One knocks him on the ground while the other kicks him in the side. Troy hardly puts up any fight. He manages to get up ,and block the taller red head's punch while countering with a uppercut to the head. The other grabs Troy by his arms and holds him still.
"You little shit. Think you can screw our girls and get away with it. I don't think so." He ends by throwing a punch to the gut.
Troy laughs and answers, " it's not my fault that they want a huge cock instead of you pussies."
The red head punches him repeatedly in the stomach.
"Come on, Mitch. I think he has had enough." The others says, dropping Troy in the grass. Mitch nods and them and the girls get in a car and leave.
I go to check on Troy. He is spitting up blood with small cuts all over his face. His sweat drenched hair is matted with blood as he gasps for air.
"Are you okay?"
"Yea. I need to get to my house in the backyard. I need help, though." I help him up but he yelps in pain. I feel horrible for him thinking I just let those guys beat him up.
Once we get to the backyard, I spot the giant shed looking house. He has his one section of the house? I find it hard to believe he almost has his own house.
We get to the front door that is unlocked and I lay him on the couch. I walk in the kitchen and find no type of first aid kit.
"Bailey, I think I should wash off in the shower," he shouts from the living room. I found nothing in his small kitchen that could help him except some Advil.
I help him up and ,once again, hear he shout in pain. I bring him to the hall and find a bathroom. I run the shower and set him in the bathtub.
"Help me take my clothes off," he says, " everything except my boxers."
I unbuttoned his plaid shirt and remove it from his chest. Next, his grey undershirt comes over his head with shouts of pain. I notice extreme bruises on his sides.
"I think your ribs are broken. We need to go to the hospital." He shakes his head no.
"My sister works there. She will be pissed if she found out I was partying after last time," he stops suddenly. I wonder what he meant by "last time." I decide not to ask seeing the worried look on his face.
"I'll go in the morning. I want to go to sleep. You can leave if you want. I don't keep alcohol here so you might want to go back and party with your friends." I don't want to leave him. I want to take all his pain away even though I know nothing about him.
The water washes off the blood and grass from his body. The cuts on his face are no long bleeding but he is still whimpering in pain.
I turn off the shower and help him out the tub. He grabs a towel out the closet in the hallway and dries off, wrapping it around his waist. I can't help but notice his v-line and firm arms. He doesn't have abs but he is not far from having them.
"I think we should put ice on your ribs." He nods in agreement as I find a frozen bag of peas in his freezer. I gently place them on his side. He watches my every move with his cold eyes. He hisses once it touches his side.
"Thanks. I'm going to bed." He says so quietly that I can barely hear him."You should just sleep here. I have a shirt and shorts you could sleep in. I don't have another room. Only mine. You could sleep with me. I mean my bed is huge I won't be touching you while we sleep."
I consider his offer. It sounds so welcoming considering how tired I am. I nod my head in agreement and follow him back down the hallway, all the way to the end.
His room is surprisingly clean and, as he promised, a king size bed is there. He walks to the dresser and grabs clothes for me.
"I'll change in the bathroom. You just change in here," he says walking out the room.
I close the door and slip on the loose, red basketball shorts. I lift my dress over my head and began to slip on the white shirt. The neck line hangs low, showing the top of my boobs and some of my bra.
He knocks on the door and I tell him to come in. Immediately, his eyes rake my body. I, uncomfortably, turn around and sit on the edge of the bed with my phone in hand.
I text my mom to let her know I won't be home until tomorrow and tell Maddie I found a ride home. I lay my head on the pillow and feel the bed dip down on the other side.
It finally hits me that I'm sleeping in a stranger's bed with their clothes on. But I guess it's too late to reconsider.
*Authors note* hey guys, I finally updated! I was having a hard time deciding on whether to make this chapter longer but I decided I like it like this. :)
