Living with Mr. Bad Boy

Chapter 10

Jaxon's Point of View

My head was pounding. My hands hurt from punching the dude's face in.

I had some how gotten myself into a bad situation. Well for the drunk not for me. After the encounter with Lina I had to get out of there or I would do something I would regret.

Something we both would regret.

I dropped the guys collar and rubbed my bloody knuckles. I could already feel the bruise already appearing on my cheek.

Damn.

HE must have gotten one good punch in before I beat him to a pulp. I couldn't help but smile at my victory. Poor guy had no clue who he was up against. I wiped my lip before hopping into my jeep. I turned on the radio and looked at the time.

3:47

She was probably asleep by now.

I sighed and started the engine. There goes my chance to apologize. I'll just do it later. Anyways what I said wasn't really that mean, I mean come on I've said meaner! I've been ruder.

It shouldn't be a shock. Especially to Lina. She just needs to learn how to handle it.

OR maybe I need to handle it. Cuz to be honest, I saw the flash of hurt in her eyes and how she tried to hide it. I couldn't help to feel bad.

I honked at the car in front me.

" COME ON MAN!!TURN ON YOUR DAMN TURNING SIGN!!!" I yelled and dlipped him off. Apparently beating that guy up didn't help with all my anger.

I need a cigarette. Or might I say cigarettes.

I pulled into the nearest gas station and parked. I walked inside and bought a pack of cigarettes then left.

***

4 cigaarettes down and I found myself sitting outside of the beach house. Something inside of me telling me to go inside and find Lina.

Man I sond thing a damn chick.

I got out of my car and pulled out the key to the house. I unlocked the door and shut it, not really caring if it as loud or not. I threw my keys down on the kitchen counter and kicked my shoes off by the door. I walked up to my room only to see the door door was cracked and the light was on.

Was she not asleep?

I couldn't help but tense at the thought running through my head. Guilt coursing through my body.

Did she have another nightmare and I wasn't there to help her?

I quickly opened the door and was met with an unmade empty bed. The lamp on her side of the bed was knocked off and was laying on the floor. The French doors were open and the curtains were blowing.

" Sunshine?" No answer.

" Evangilina?" Silence.

" Lina." I said a little louder as I steped towards the balcony. I stood on the wood and looked over at the beach. A fire was lit and I say a body curled up in a blancket. Shaking a little.

Lina.

I didn't know how fast I ran down the steps of the balcony but I just wanted to knw that she was alright. I needed to know.

My feet sank into the sand as I jogged toward the stone path. I ran a little fast when I was met with the stone. The fire illumintated the path a little and I was glad that I didn't trip.

I could make out her small frame as I got closer. I could see her brown hair and how it kind of glowed by the fire. I could see her body shaking from her sobs.

"Lina?" She immediately stood up. Looking away from me and wiping her tears away hastily. Thinking I didn't see them.

"Lina what are-" I couldn't finish my sentence. She probably didn't even want to hear anything from me. She probablyl hates me.

" I-I umm c-ouldn't find the- the sleeping -pills" Oh God. All I wanted to say as I'm sorry, but I knew that wouldn't count for anything. I should have made sure I had some just in case she forgot!

Dammit!

I stepped closer to her but she just stepped back, facing toward the fire as she did. A tear slipped down her cheek and she idn't bother to wipe it away. I walked closer to her. I felt the heat of the fire as I stood beside her. She looked at me, tears already appearing in her swollen eyes.

" Let's get you back inside." She only nodded but didn't move. I pulled her to me and bent down, pulling her legs up and carrying her bridal style.

I knew this wasn't the time to be an asshole. She needed someone.

She let me hold her . SHe wrapped her hands around my neck for support and snuggled closer into my chest. I can't lie and say this doesn't feel good. To have her in my arms. TO have someone rely on me for support.

Because it feels so damn good and I don't think I want to let it go.

I don't want to let her go.