Do What the Bad Boy Says

Chapter 7

That car ride here was much quieter than it needed to be. The radio wasn't on and neither of the two gang members said a word. I wanted to scream. The windshield wipers made slight rubbery sounds as the raindrops were swiped away. The only sound was whatever happened with the car. Squeaking brakes, rubbery wipers, tapping of rain. It was almost soothing.

The car came to a halt in the driveway and barked an order at me without even turning around. I did as told anyways.

"Rosie-posie, gettin a spanking already?" Frankie asked the second I stepped through the door after being told to go to Kit's room.

"Leave me alone. I'm not getting anything?" I more so asked than told him.

He smirked at me. Frankie was acting like he knew something I didn't. It pissed me off. We were supposedly becoming friends... at least in my mind we were. I was the one who should know what was going on, not him. He should tell me, as my friend. It was unfair to have it any other way.

"Yes, you are." He chuckled. "I warned you, did I not?"

"Warned her of what?" Kit's voice suddenly barked from the doorway. "What the fuck did you want to warn her of?"

He made me jump.

I was sick and tired of being afraid. He hadn't hurt me yet, which already went against all the assumptions I'd had before. They weren't truly as bad as the town liked to rumour they were. They couldn't be.

"I'm not getting spanked." I suddenly found my backbone and stood up for myself. "You can't do that."

I found that my voice was more so asking him not to and than telling him what he was allowed. I tried to fling as much authority into the statement as I could. I was smaller than all of them, so I knew that I needed to act tough and serious.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want, Rosebud." He growled condescendingly, making me nearly tear up. "Downstairs. Now!"

Why would I be tearing up from something this jerk said? He was cocky and arrogant and didn't deserve my tears. I glared at him, but I'm almost certain it looked like more of a pout. 

I didn't move. I normally would have scampered away with an order as harsh as that. However, my feet stayed planted as I began to chew my lip. This wasn't really a protest, more so a sudden inability to move.

"But, you won't?" I was trying to convince myself this was fine.

"You're my girl, so I'll do whatever the fuck I want." He was losing patience. "Did I fucking stutter?"

That was it. He didn't stutter but my composure did. It stuttered and faltered and crashed epically as the tears fell and I quickly sprinted down the stairs.

I could handle my dad speaking harshly and hurling insults while he was drunk because I knew he didn't mean it. I couldn't handle a completely sober nearly stranger speaking so harshly. I sat on the bed and sniffled while quickly wiping the tears off of my face.

I wish everything was how it had been this time last year. My mother was home, my father was happy and one of my favourite people. I still had friends last year. I was still scared to cross the train tracks by myself last year. I was so naive, but so happy and all only a year ago. I wish I could go back in time.

I wasn't a little girl anymore, though. I wasn't as silly and ditzy as I was a year ago. Maybe that was a good thing.

I didn't need to cry over the threat of a spanking. I knew people who liked them. Maybe I could like it?

The door opened and Kit stood there, staring at me intently. The scowl on his face slowly dissolved when I sniffled, unintentionally loud.

"You're crying." He stated the obvious. "Come here."

"No." I huffed at him. "Leave me alone. I'm sorry I locked you out."

"Come here!" He ordered, making me jump. "Now, Rosie."

"No! I don't need your help! I didn't ask for it! Leave me alone!" I was about to get very upset and start sobbing like a little kid, something I didn't want to do.

"Rosie-"

"It's Rosalee!" I shouted now.

"Get your fucking ass off of the bed and walk you sorry self over here. Now!" He suddenly shouted back, making me comply out of fear.

He plucked me off of the floor and pulled me into a warm hug. That itself sent me over the edge. I hadn't been held so gently in so long that I started to actually cry.

I attempted to muffle my sporadic sobs into his shoulder, but the tears and my heaving breaths gave it away.

He started talking, his voice barely above a whisper, but the rumble in his chest was kind of calming. I tried to listen to what he was saying by fixing my breathing.

"You're not scared, are you?" Kit asked me. "You don't need to be scared. You have lots of people to protect you now. Nothing bad will happen to you."

I nodded into his shoulder, feeling rather pathetic as he calmed me down like I was some sort of little kid.

He brushed his hand over my head and played with the ends of my hair until I was breathing properly. I didn't want to be put down. All I wanted was some sort of positive contact.

I hadn't realized this is all I'd been craving since the day my mother walked out. All the suffering and books I'd read simply led to the fact that I was lonely.

"Rosie, my girl doesn't just get to cry like a baby. What's the matter?" He asked, now making his voice serious once again.

"I don't know!" I sobbed, not knowing how to put anything I was feeling into words.

I was guilty for leaving my dad, but I felt relieved, too. Now, he wouldn't be able to hit me anymore. I was upset about my job and even more so about school. I was also confused about school. I didn't know how to say it so it all made sense.

I didn't know why I felt so comfortable with him either. He was almost a whole stranger to me, yet here I was.

"Yes, you do, dolly. Let's talk." Kit was only being gentle and encouraging now. "Are you scared of anything?"

"Yeah, because I don't know if you're dangerous or not and if I go home my dad will be so mad!" I sniffled, pathetically sounding like a little kid.

"I'll never let you get hurt. I'm dangerous, but for you, you're safest with me." He promised. "Are you upset or sad?"

"Yes." I huffed.

"Why?" He almost laughed at me.

"I have no job or school anymore!" I stated the obvious, now annoyed. "I'm not a baby, Kit. You don't need to do this."

"Your job is with me now. As for school, you were going to drop out anyways." He shrugged. "I want you to go to sleep now, dolly. I'll come get you later."

He put me down on the bed and under blankets before leaving and locking the door. I slept. I had nothing better to do.