My bad boy neighbor is good? (Incomplete)

Chapter 17: Hidden Wounds

Lily's POV

I shook under his arms. I didn't want to give in, no. Everybody left in the end and so will he and I couldn't get attached or learn to lean on him when he would end up leaving to. My thoughts were clouded and all I wanted to do was give in to the darkness, and let everything figure itself out but I knew if I did that I would be leaning on him again, I would end up being indebted to him again and I wouldn't be able to pay him back this time.

I closed my eyes and dropped the glass in my hand. I laid in his arms for a few minutes that went by quietly. I heard the patter of the rain start to fall outside the window a few feet away from us , which was usually a sense of comfort to me but not today, every comfort was taken away but I don't know why I didn't want to let go of the one hovering over me, shaking in what seemed like anger and fighting a urge.

My eyes popped open and I felt the wet lashes against my lower brow. my eyes trailed from the wet t-shirt under my head to my saviors face, I took in every feature of his face as he stared angrily at the half open door in front of us. His tightly clenched jaw and dark eyes were a new part of him I witnessed, if he wasn't caressing my hair in a calming matter I would probably be scared of this new side of him.

As I moved my arms to get loose from his grip, his tighten their grip but not enough for me to give up. I tore our bodies apart with my hands pushing his shoulders back and I curled up next to the wall only a few inches away from us.

His eyes showed hurt and anger at the same time as they flickered over my bruises and ripped clothes. I felt disgusting under his stare and closed my eyes so that I couldn't see his expression anymore.

After moments of silence two hands made their way under my legs and the small of my back before raising me up and holding me against his chest.

"Wh-"

"I don't care what you say, I'm not putting you down so don't argue or even say anything for that fact right now" I didn't know how much I missed his voice until now, I looked at his serious face as he carried me out the door.

My eyes fell on Brandon who was now laying on the floor bleeding with bruises covering his body. My hand reached for Brent's shirt and I clutched it in my hand.

"I'm here now aren't I, I won't let anyone lay a hand on you" he whispered quietly in my ear

After Brent carried me to his car, he gave me his black leather jacket to put over my bare chest.

We drove for a while in which everything that happened felt so unreal, I went back to doing what I did before. I didn't talk or show any type of expressions, I sat there like i always do when something like this happens, the only person I really trusted that was left was now gone but I was going to try to forget him like the rest, I don't need anyone anymore.

I finally took my eyes off of the road in front of us when we stopped at a gas station and Brent got out of the car, talking to someone on the phone. All I could see was a dark, empty road behind us. I wonder how long we had been driving, and where we were going but at the moment nothing was better than going far away from that place.

When we finally stopped, I couldn't tell where we were, it was almost pitch black other than the headlights in front of us which clicked off when we parked.

While I was trying to figure out where we were, Brent came around and opened my door. He put out a hand and pulled me out as soon as I set my hand in his.

The only thing I knew about this place was that it was warm, a lot warmer. Brent lead me through the darkness with our hands intertwined in between us. It looked like he knew this place well since he lead us through cleanly through the dark.

The ground got harder the farther we walked

"Watch your step here" he whispered, I nodded in response even though he couldn't see me

I stumbled a little over the steps to what I guessed was a house, at the last step I could faintly see a door with little windows on the top. Brent struggled with the keys for a while and then opened the door to the house. When we stepped inside he grazed his hand over the wall and cursed under breath, I waited for a reaction looking around the dark house until he held my shoulders and lead me towards a couch.

"Sit here I'll be right back" he said walking out the door

I held my head in my hands just sitting on the couch and falling into my own thoughts.

A sudden hand on the crook of my neck caused me to shriek and jump up on the couch, my hand covered my heart as I turned to see a amused Brent standing behind me with a lite candle in his hand hovering in front of his face.

"Sorry, I guess we are going to have to stay without the lights tonight" he shrugged

"It's fine" i croaked

He set the candle on the table in front of me and rushed back, he came back with something in his hand.

He set down some more candles and lite them, and then brought a box forward. He opened it and grabbed my hand pulling it closer to him.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked

"What do you mean, your hands cut up and covered with blood"

"I-I'm fine"

"No. You can't possibly say that, I want you to crawl into my arms and cry your anger and sadness out, I want you to lean on me and tell me to make the pain go away, why, why won't you open up to me?"

"I can't, I just can't ok!! Just don't ask me questions!! Please" I pulled my hand out of his and tried not to blink, afraid a tear might just escape

He scooted closer to me on couch and grabbed my leg, put it on the couch and held my hand all in one swift move. I now was face to face with him, my body parallel from his. He stared into my eyes as if he was looking right through me, I wonder if he could hear how hard my heart was beating at that moment he brought my hand closer to his lips, and right then he broke eye contact and inspected the wound on my hand I had forgotten about.

"It's a deep cut" he said to himself

He cleaned it off gently as I observed him, he seemed so careful, afraid he might hurt me.

"Ok this might sting a little" he glanced up to see no change in my expression and continued dabbing the medication on my cut.

After dressing my wound and asking me if I was hurt anywhere else he lead me up some stairs and to a room with a candle in his hand.

"It's my sisters room, she's not here right now so you can use her clothes, they should fit you" he held up the candle to a closet full of thin and short clothes

"What's your sister, like ten" I asked

"She's seventeen actually" he laughed

"Why are all her clothes so short and skippy"

" I dunno that's what she wears and you'll have to do with that just now"

"At least I have something" I sighed "thanks anyways"

He stopped as he made his way out the door.

"Hey lily, you sure your ok"

"Y-yeah I'm fine"

I fell to the floor at the click of the door and slid the leather jacket off my back, I crawled towards the candle placed on the dresser with a mirror attached to it, i got up and glanced at the blood trickling down my back before I turned my back towards the mirror and headed to bed