My Ride or Die

Chapter 20

Jenny

I sighed and brushed my teeth. All happy, I turned on my 80's playlist and began to dance around. Yes, I was a teen girl in love. A little too early to say, but leave me alone.

I let my hair down and sat in my bed and got a text from him. Every time my phone pinged my heart would beat faster.

He didn't play games! He actually texted me with my number!

Oh jeez, what if he just wants me for my body? Well, most guys would've already asked by now. But, I'm gonna wait. I hope he can though. A true test to that bad-boy side of his.

Suddenly, I heard a motorcycle rev down the street.

"Must be some drifter" I thought to myself. But, it wasn't! It pulled up to the front of my house. I went downstairs to the front door and found him. Spike was barking and Caleb rubbed his eyes as he opened his bedroom door to hear me go downstairs.

I pushed Spike aside and opened the door. "Hunter? Wha-it's midnight? What's wrong?" He was holding Cindy on his shoulders. He was beat up. With a bloody nose, a busted lip, a black eye, and bloody cuts all up and down his arms. My face was in horror.

Cindy had blood on her and she was dragged out of her house with her pajamas. "Please," he panted. "Can we stay here for the night? I don't know where else to go."

I've never seen him so weak. It was a shock. I immediately let them in and sat them on the couch. I gave Cindy a blanket and she lied on her back on one of the couches and drifted off to sleep.

I took Hunter into the kitchen and took out the first-aid kit Daddy kept in the cabinet above the stove. I took out the gauzes, alcohol, and bandaids. I gave him some ice for his eye. I first started with his lip.

He winced at the alcohol hitting his lip and I pulled back. "Aw, I'm sorry." I patted it gently to wipe away the blood.
"My God. What happened?", I asked as I then moved on to wipe his bloody nose.

He took a minute before looking around, removing the ice, and sighed and looked down. "I saw him, Jenny."
"Saw who?", I asked. "My stepdad. He was in Cindy's room", he turned to look at her in the living room. "He was on top of her. I didn't question anything. I just charged him. And we got into a fight. I beat his ass, and of course, I got my ass beat," he chuckled as she looked at me.

I gently smiled and said, "It wasn't your fault." He began to swish his lips and teared up. He then slammed his fist into the table and startled Spike and I. He shed a tear. "I-If I wasn't there, if I didn't hear it...God!", he cried out breathlessly.

I immediately got up and held him close. He was basically buried in my chest. I held his head and kissed it. He put his hand on my waist and cried and sniffled quietly in my chest. I felt awful for him.

"Stop thinking about the what-ifs, Hunter. They'll drive you crazy," I said as I rubbed his head and kissed it again. He pulled away from my chest and wiped his tears. "God," he said. "I'm sorry that you had to see all this macho man cry." I widened my eyes. "Not at all!", I cried. "You witnessed a crime against your little sister and you saved her. And you're only 18. You have a right to be overwhelmed with emotions."

He put the ice back on his bruised eye and smiled at me. I looked at his arms and saw scars run up and down his arm and into his shirt. "Umm...Hunter?", I asked. He hummed to answer me. "I need you to take off your shirt. I think you have some scars that I can't really see."

He nodded his head and stood up. He put the ice down and removed his black shirt. To which I saw a body covered...and I mean c o v e r e d in tattoos. I mean, he was fit. Huge. Muscular. Delicious.

But covered in tattoos. Which made it even better, honestly. He had a giant tiger on his stomach and other little knick knacks on his chest. He was bloodied near the Tiger's mouth, and I knelt down to clean his bloody marks. I then did his biceps and forearms and neck.

I tell you, it took all of God's gracious powers to not make me kiss his body as I cleaned it. He was so beautiful. I was so close to his neck when I almost kissed it, but he caught me looking at it and met my gaze.

I cleared my throat and remembered my duty. I'm a nurse, in this moment. Not a vampire. I walked around him to his backside and saw a giant skull tattoo. His arms were tattooed from the back, as well. I mean COVERED.

"Jesus," I said amazed. He chuckled and looked back. "Didn't it hurt?", I asked and placed an alcohol soaked gauze on his marks. "Ooooooof, yesssss it did, like a bitch!", he answered as he winced in pain.

"Why did you get so many?", I asked and continued healing the wounds. "Cuz," he said. "The gang requires you to be inked." I paused then continued. "Gang?" He nodded. "Angels of Hell," he said. "We're a biker gang."

I chuckled. "My bad boy is a biker gang," I said teasingly. He raised an eyebrow and smiled while turning around. "Your bad boy?", he said.

I stuttered. "I...I mean uhh...no...well...if you want to be...see cuz...I've never really dated...I MEAN...not that I'm saying we're dating so soon...I-I-

"I'd love to date you," he finally said. I kept stuttering until I said, "Huh?" "I said I would to be yours," he said again.

"But-but me?", I asked. "I'm not your type! I'm not pretty! And i-