I have no where to go Chapter 4

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Lea had to stay another night at the hospital because her dad beat her so yeah enjoy.

Lea's POV

My father came in. He began to beat Bruno. I cried and tried to stop him, he just threw me across the room. He threw me to the corner of the wall. I cried in pain. "Don't look Lea. It's going to be okay. I'm fine." Bruno said. My father pulled a gun. I screamed and ran then he pulled the trigger.

I screamed and woke up. I felt two arms around me. I was sweating and had tears streaming down my face. I formed into a ball and cried. Bruno was holding me. I was shaking and he tried to calm me down. I held onto him tightly, never letting him go.

He kissed the top of my head. I eventually stopped crying and he laid next to me on my bed. I looked into his eyes, so beautiful. His hand cupped my face. I put my hand on his as he gently stroked my tears away. He smiled. I nuzzled my face into his hand. I was smiling an actual smile. It wasn't a forced smile or anything. It was a real smile. The first smile in years. He looked at me and blushed. I blush as well just from seeing his pretty face.

The officer came in and saw us cuddling. He just gave us a small smile and went back to his seat. The nurse came in for my breakfast. She saw us and smiled. She set down my breakfast and left. I saw her talking to other nurses and pointing at Bruno and I. They all smiled and said, "Awwww." I looked over at my breakfast. They set an extra bowl for Bruno. I took the cover off the plate. It was a cheese omelette with 4 slices of bacon. I gave 3 slices of bacon for Bruno and half of my omelette. The omelette looked really good actually. The bacon was cooked to perfection. I grabbed my plastic spoon, about to dig in, when Bruno stopped me. He wanted to feed me.

He teasingly did the airplane thing where you swing the food around before putting the spoon into my mouth. I rolled my eyes and giggled. He smiled and laughed. He put it in my mouth finally. He first missed my mouth on purpose, leaving some melted cheese on my nose. I laughed and chased the spoon. We both laughed when I missed the spoon and tried to bite the air.

There was someone at the door. I look over and fear took over my body. It was my father. He was sober for the first time in years. Bruno stood up, giving him a death look. My father sighed, he had pity and guilt on his face. I glared at him as well to show him I'm clearly upset at him.

"Hey Leanna." He said as he sat down on my bed.

"It's Lea." I growled. He used my full name for the first time in years.

"Pookie I'm so sorry for all these years." He said and he put his hand on mine, giving me a small, sincere smile.

"If you were sorry you wouldn't drink heavily and abused me for years." I say defensively and snatched my hand away from him. Bruno still glared at him. The officer was looking in the room to keep close attention.

My father sighed and shook his head. He pulled out a flask from his jacket and took a swig.

"You are shitting me. Apologizing for being drunk constantly and you brought a flask. Unbelievable." I folded my arms against my chest and shook my head.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" He yelled. He slapped me.

I slowly look to him. I get up from my bed. I kicked him in the balls. He fell to his knees. I kicked his head. I couldn't stop kicking. I stomped on him. He slowly rose up. I kicked his side and he fell over outside of the room.

"NEVER, EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN. DO NOT COME NEAR ME OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE." I screamed at him.

He rose up again. He began to punch me and pushed me against the wall. Bruno pulled him away from me. Bruno began to beat the crap out of my dad. The officer came in and stopped him. Where was he this whole time?! My dad got arrested. I smiled and he glared at me. It was finally over..

Bruno's POV

"You ok?" I ask Lea.

"Yeah.. Thanks." She smiled at me.

I sat back down on her bed and hugged her. I nuzzled my face against her head. She has soft, silky hair. I kissed her head. She looked up at me and gave me a peck on the lips. I smiled at her. "So.. Pookie." I smile at her. She rolled her eyes and smiled.  "Before my dad became an alcoholic, my sister, Annabelle, and I had pet names. I was Pookie and my sister was Cookie." She said. Her eyes began to water. She shook her and wiped her tears. She chuckled. She put her hair in an adorable messy bun.

"To get to know each other better, how about we play 20 questions." Lea suggested. I smiled and decided to go first.

"What happened to your mom?" I ask

"She's a heroin addict ever since my dad became an alcoholic. What is your ethnicity?" She then asks

"I'm Italian and German. What's your ethnicity?"

"I'm 100% French from both of my parents. Why did you choose me?"

"I was in the ER because my uncle twisted his ankle. I lost my brother when he committed suicide. You remind me a lot of him and I miss him. You are gorgeous and perfect. Why did you pick me?"

"I was high from a calming drug. I saw you and I had this vibe from you that you would save me from my hell of a home. So I got you in my room and look where we are." She smiles. "What did you think of me when I first called you into my room?"

"I saw a gorgeous girl that was high and was in need of a companion. I thought you would be funny, smart, kind, feisty, and passionate. But those expectations was nothing compared to when I first actually started to talk to you. Why did you try to commit suicide?"

"No one loved me. The people I opened up to, those who loved me.. Those I loved died. I held on and kept myself safe for Annabelle because she was the only one who cared. When she died I lost it. I tried to commit suicide by jumping out of my window. I just broke my leg. I had no one.. I didn't have anyone for me. I would cry myself to sleep. I would cut myself every night. I decided, I was no one. So I tried to commit suicide, with my curtains opened and someone saw me through the window.. I didn't know who it was. I wish they haven't done that, but I'm with you." She was crying.

I didn't what to say, because I was that person who saw her.

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