Dinner

Chapter 7: Seriously!?

Jaxton's POV

Approaching what little hope I have left, I walk over to her table and grab her purse and book it out the restaurant and back to my place. I pace around the house thinking of ways to approach her because you never know how a girl might act if you just randomly show up with their purse which you had no business with in the first place. Especially my girl.

Damn, just the thought of her got me hard.

Unsure of what to do, I call my good friend antonio.

(Jaxton speaking, Antonio speaking)

Hello? Jax?

Hey

What's up?

Nothin' much, havin problems with this one girl

Ahh, I see, Jaxy's finally got a crush

Shut the hell up. Look, I got her purse, and don't know how to give it to her.

Really man, just give it to her. Tell her she left it and you were just tryna return it. Alright?

Yea, thanks man.

No problem. Aye, when do you wanna meet up for drinks?

Hmm, I'm not sure. I'll let you know though.

Cool, alright, bye. And go get your queen.

Will do.

I hang up the phone chuckling to myself then head up to the third floor to my bedroom taking a quick shower and then change into something more comfortable. 

I'm not in a rush to immediately go to give it to her cause I dont want to look like a stalker, but part of me is urging me to go to her. Fuck! I need her.

An hour goes by and I walk over to her purse looking for something that might tell me where she lives, not creepy at all. As I'm looking, I come across a piece of mail. Skimming the top, I read the address and grab the keys to my Bugatti. I turn on my GPS and back out of my drive way and head down the road. Passing by trees, trees, and more trees, I notice I'm in an unfamiliar area.

Where the hell does she live?

After another 20 long minutes of driving, I notice a girl running in middle of the road.

What the hell? Coming to a complete stop, I look up to see who I've been wanting to see this entire time. Looking through the windshield at her, she looks shocked and. . .hurt. That's when I notice the fresh bruises on her cheeks and forehead. That son of a bitch better not have had anything to do with it. As fear falls upon her face, I feel my face grow hot from the anger rising inside of me. I tun off the car and get out; by the look on her face, I could tell she was not expecting my arrival.

I walk over to her and reach for her but she's too shocked to move. It's like she wants to move but her body's rejecting her. I look her over again and see that her top is ripped and there are more bruises along her neck. When I see him I'm gonna kill him.

"Come here," I order her, but she just stands there shaking, not wanting to listen to me.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I assure her. This time, she comes forward, hesitantly taking my hand I was holding out for her.

W-what do y-you want," she mumbles, trying to come off aggresive but her voice fails her.

"What happened, love?," I ask her, worry painting my face.

"N-nothing." I'm tired of her lies, trying to make it seem like she's ok, but she's not. 

"Right, okay. I've got something for you," I say as I pull her closer to my chest, rubbing soothing circles on her back trying to calm her.