Babysitting the #BADBOY ||jack avery||

CHAPTER 11

Y/N P.O.V
I've been home All day since I

have nothing to do I'm waiting

for them to come back it's nearly

6pm... I have a bad feeling idk

why! What if something

happened to jack.....i don't even

have his number to call him....:"I

regret the day I said yes to mrs

avery!" in that moment I heard

someone knocking on the door

plz god I hope it's them...they

Were knocking the door really

hard..:"wait! " I went quickly to

open it :"ja-... Jessie? " , she was

crying..., Jessie :"...jack! ", when I

heard his name my heart started

beating so fast :"where is jack!

What happened to him! ", Jessie :"
save him! I don't know what to

do! ", :"what the hell are you

talking about! What happened! ",

Jessie :" some guys hurted him

and he's bleeding! ", my eyes

were wide open :" WHAT! WHERE

IS HE! ", Jessie :" I let him there

so I can call for help... " she spoke
crying, :"are you crazy! Let's go

get him! " I quickly closed he

door behind me and ran to

Jessie's car and we drove off, my

heart is beating so so fast i'm

scared!.....we arrived there I

quickly went out from the car

and went to him,  he was sitting

on the ground laying his back too
the wall :" jack..... Jack look at

me!..." I lift up his cheen to face

me :"open your eyes jack....you're

scaring me... ", Jessie :" is he

ded... ", :"shut up! He's not " , jack

said without opening his eyes

With a weak voice :

"my head... ",i turned his head

there I saw blood in the back of it
:"omg...stay strong jack " I looked

at Jessie :"can you stop crying

and give me something to stop

this blood! ", she was searching

in her handbag :" take this.. " she

gave me a handkerchief so I put

it where he's bleeding......

:"I Don't understand why didn't you call

the ambulance or the cops before
you came to me! " , Jessie :" I was

scared...", :" scared from what! ",

she put her head down and said  :

" I was scared if I call the cops

they would think it was me who

did that to him..." I was shocked :"
what.... That's all you care about...

who said they'll thing it were

you!" I'm really mad right now,

Jessie :"I'm sorry.." , :"fuck off

from here! ", Jessie :" but I... ", :"I

said fuck off! ", Jessie :"HE'S MY

BOYFRIEND! ", :"WHAT

BOYFRIEND! YOU DONT GIVE A

FUCK ABOUT HIM !", Jessie :"

WHO SAID I DON'T !", :"just shut

up Okey!", I searched for my

phone to call the ambulance

But I didn't find it :" Shit! I must

forgot it at home....", Jessie :" I'll

use mine ", she was going to call

but then she looked at me :" I

don't have credits... ", :"oh god.. " ,

Jessie :"what are we gonna do

now... ", :" Help me ", Jessie :

"what? ", :"help me take him to

the car... " I grapped his left arm

while she grapped his right arm

and tried to lift him up, :" jack

please help us a little bit..." he

started moving his legs so we

helped him walk to the car....
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We arrived to the hospital it

wasn't too far so we took him inside

The hospital and the nurces took him:

"we made it " I said while taking

my breath.....after few minutes

the nurse came to us and said :"

we stitched his wound because

there was a small slit on his head
but don't worry the doctor said

it's not a serious thing he's fine ",

thx god! Now i can rest :" can we

see him? ", nurse :" yes of course

and you can take him ", :"thank

you " Jessie walked in before me

and I followed her he was sitting

on the bed , Jessie :"thx god

you're fine " she hugged him,

jack:" can we go from here I hate

hospitals...", Jessie :"yes sure let's
go " , she held his hand and went

out from the room while I kept

standing there....he didn't even

look at me...ugh why am I even

waiting for the day he's gonna

treat me good or even accept me

as a friend he won't change I

know that..... I wish he knew how
much I was scared for him how

much I felt bad about what

happened to him.....i just kept

silent and followed them , Jessie

:"we were waiting for you let's go.

.. " I got in the car and drove off...
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To be continued :")
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