Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 11

I started closing the window again, when he stopped me by putting his hand on the glass. "Please." He said with a clear, almost shy voice I've never heard before. Was he begging me? He lifted his head and the light splashed across his face. What I saw made me gasp for air… He had a black eye and a slit bottom lip. His eyes were even darker than usually, full of pain…but not anger. I noticed there were still a few drops of blood, drying on his chin. He narrowed his look, trying to conceal his hurt from me.

I instinctively grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. "Lucas, what happened?" I panicked. "Did you get into a fight?" My mouth was getting dry, my voice hoarse.

"Something like that." He answered sharply and lowered his glare on my bare feet. He was hiding another secret. Didn't he trust me? Wasn't I good enough to know about his secrets? Hah, that was a shocker. I guess he was just like everyone else. All the pity I felt for him vanished that moment.

"I'm gonna fix you up the best way I can, but then you have to go." I said in a serious manner, trying not to mumble. He suddenly looked up with a surprised expression, his mouth hanging open. Yeah, you didn't see that one coming, did you?

I turned around, looking for some handkerchiefs. "It wasn't a fight," He said in a low voice, swallowing. "more like a beating." He swallowed again, like he was trying to get some courage. "My father did it." It was like his voice died in his throat.

His father beat him?

I turned around and he was sitting on my bed, staring at Ash. His face constricted in pain, clenching his fists. There should be some kind of sadness in his eyes, or at least anger, but his expression was completely blank.

"Your father did this to you?" I gently touched his left cheek, the black bruise was starting to spread.

His look slightly softened. "Yes." He said strongly, hiding his pain beneath his skin. This almost made me cry. I felt the tears filing my eyes, so I pulled away, walking towards the bathroom to get a towel. This was so sad, so…heartbreaking. I guess I wasn't the only one broken here.

"Here, put this on." I said, walking in the room, offering him a cold, wet towel. I was slowly wiping his cut lip, the sick curiosity got a hold of me again. "Was it the first time?" I asked.

It stung me when he looked away, clenching his teeth. He hated this. Revealing his secrets. I didn't want to push him away, I wanted him to…stay. "Y…You can crash here tonight." I tried to redeem myself.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Because he was drunk." He answered with a blank voice. No emotions whatsoever.

"What…" I started.

"Not so fast, lil' kitty," He interrupted me "I tell you mine, you tell me yours." He grinned with that devilish smile, content with himself.

"Fine." I said.

"Did you miss me?" He grinned. I didn't find that amusing at all, he was obviously trying to get away from the serious topic, he'll probably even start with his perverted questions soon. I rolled my eyes and tried to get off the bed.