Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 7

Shit.

"He gave me a ride home, that's all I swe-" Virginia grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard I could swear I felt my scalp bleeding.

"Lucas Dashwood is mine. MINE! You hear me, mine!" She was standing so close I felt her spit splashing my face. "Don't touch him with your filthy hands, don't talk to him, don't even fucking look at him! You are a waste of air Skye, I bet your mother is sorry that she didn't have an abortion. You. Are. A. Disappointment." Her words were cutting into my soul, creating scars that will stay there for years.

She let go of my hair and punched me in the face. The warm blood was running from my nose, into my mouth, on my tongue. Blood soaked my tongue with that metal taste. The pain in my nose was excruciating and everything went out of focus…I could see through my blurry vision that she was about to hit me again. The only thing that was going through my mind was How am I going to explain this to my mom?

She swung again and I was expecting another broken bone, or at least a bruise, but the hit never came.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I heard a cold, familiar voice.

I opened my eyes and saw that somebody grabbed Virginia's hand.

It was Lucas.

"W…What…" Virginia mumbled, confused. She scowled, ripping her wrist from Lucas's hand. "Just taking care of some personal business." A lie slipped from her tongue.

He pointed his finger towards me. "You call this taking care of personal business?" Lucas snapped, angry. His eyes widened and pierced Virginia with that cold, mad darkness.

"Oh c'mon, like you're any better than me at handling your business." She smiled with that evil mouth of hers, trying to be flirtatious. Disgusting.

"If you ever touch her again, I'll…" He moved between me and Virginia. My nose was still bleeding and everything was still fuzzy, but I felt sort of safe when he shielded me with his body.

"You'll what?" She strained herself and puckered her lips. "Hit me?"

"You know…intervene." I said, almost soundlessly.

"Why wouldn't I, lil' kitty?" He answered my question with one of his own, though it sounded like he was actually making a statement. "We're friends, right?" He gently brushed my cheek.

I've got a friend? Me and Lucas Dashwood are friends? My heart started skipping a bit faster. I nodded and lowered my look. And then I saw it. The blood on my jacket. Huge drops of red were staining my beloved jacket.

My mom got me this for my birthday. We hugged only three times a year. On my birthday, on her birthday and on Christmas. My mom wasn't an emotional, or what you would call a - normal person. She didn't get the whole affection thing, and I can't remember the last time she said she loved me. Every time I put this stupid jacket on it feels like she's wrapping her arms around me, hugging me. And now it was ruined.

It was a stupid thing, crying over a ruined piece of clothing, but I couldn't help myself, I couldn't handle the explosion of emotions which I've always managed to keep buried deep inside. I sat silently, hunched over, bitter tears coursed down my face, leaving wet trails of salt.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the warmth of his presence. I buried my face into his chest and clenched to him as if to ask him to never let go. My hot tears were soaking his white shirt which carried his sent of cigarette smoke and washing powder.