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Loving The Bad Boy: Chapter Sixteen

Loving The Bad Boy: Chapter Sixteen
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Staying in this small, yet huge cell was surprisingly relaxing. I was as ease with myself, well, that, and I'm with Nina.

But she was sound asleep, the only noise coming from her quite snores. I sighed, walking around the medium sized cell.

"Vanessa!" I looked up, seeing Brad with a Bud-light in his hands. "Sit the hell down."

"Brad, you are underage drinking. And you know how you get when you drink, you say things you don't want to say," I cautiously eyed him, taking a seat closer to Nina.

"Oh, shut your mouth. We need to talk," Brad opened the cell door, taking a swig from his beer bottle. "Up."

I did as he said, taking his hand and wincing visibly as he squeezed it hard. "You're hurting me."

"Shut the hell up, Vanessa. All your whining is giving me a migraine," Brad pulled me closer to him, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Although I felt extremely uncomfortable, I couldn't help but feel safe and protected in Brad's arms. Like nothing could harm me.

"Sit," he motioned towards the black, light leather chairs. I obeyed, taking a seat and shifting slightly as the chose cushion dropped because of my weight.

"Vanessa, do you ever feel like no one wants you? Like your never good enough?" Brad questioned, his brown eyes boring into my eyes.

"Yes, all the time," I answered truthfully, trying to see where he was going with this.

"I feel like that, most of the times. When I was a kid-"

"You don't have to, when you are sober you will regret telling me this," I interrupted, giving him a small smile and a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder.

"Please, let me," I nodded in defeat, giving him a frown. "When I was a kid, my father and mother didn't want me. They wanted a better kid, and I would always cry myself to sleep because of it. They made me feel worthless. But they didn't care, they would beat me all night an day if I didn't do anything they said.

"Like wash the dishes or clean my room. That's why I turned into the man I am today. I don't mean to hurt you or yell at you, it just happens naturally. It's me, and Vanessa, I know you don't want to marry me. That's why I'm letting your friend and you escape. Tomorrow at midnight, but, before you do. You have to give me a kiss before you leave and never return."

He ran a irritated hand through his hair, finishing the last of his beer. I looked at him, quite shocked. I did not expect this to happen.

"Your not drunk, are you?"

"No, this is just Apple Juice. I stopped drinking a year ago, and I never though about drinking ever again. I just do all these things to make me seem tough, to make me seem like a bad boy."

I smiled, glad he was sharing all his feelings with me. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"You know, if you told me all this when we were a thing, I wouldn't have left you," I whispered in his ear, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"I guess I was scared that you wouldn't accept me for who I am. I was a scared little piece of-"

"Language."

"Poop," he finished, laughing. I hit his arm playfully, letting the silence engulf us and wrap around us like a warm blanket.

I kind of liked it this way, just the two of us with no muscular men around or my father. It was just like old times, and I couldn't help but smile. This was what it ought to be.