Bradley is smoking hot. He's a man whore. Every girl wants to jump in his pants not to mention a few guys. But then, there's Shay. She hates everything about him, from his floppy hair to his Australian accent.
Shay is a bookworm. She reads and reads and reads. If she's not reading she's dancing in her mother's studio.
Somehow Bradley finds this ever so endearing and tries his very hardest to get her attention. But of course he'll never get it.


14. 14

Shay's POV

I woke up abruptly in the middle of the night the friday after the deal. It was only Jake and I in the house. But a noise was coming from the kitchen. Jake, I thought, get Jake and run. I sat up in my bed looking around my dark room, fuck why didn't I leave the lights on for Jake? I hopped into my jeans and scurried to the door. I heard foot steps, it sounded like heavy boots, coming closer to my door. I gasped.

"Mommy?" Jake called out into the darkness. I covered my mouth sobbing quietly. Everything was silent for a moment and then the boots were walking away from my door. I panicked and looked around for something, anything... I found a bat, one of Josh's old bats, in my closet. I swung the door open just as the tall figure reached Jake's door.

"Touch him and I'll fucking kill you." My voice came out much louder than I expected, startling both of us. The man whipped around. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I think you know."

"No dumb ass I mean your fucking name."

"Aw baby, you don't remember?" My blood ran cold.

"Why are you here?"

"I just wanna see the little angel we created." He reached for the door nob and I swung the metal bat, hitting his shin. He crumpled to the floor.

"Let's get this straight. This is my house. That is my son, and you do not get to see him unless I say so." I swung again, this time nailing his stomach.

"Fuck!" He cried.

"You are scum! How dare you try to ever see your son! After all the shit you put me through!" I was going to murder him. "Wow Thomas! I thought you had more sense than that! Oh but you did rape me in a fucking parking lot, didn't you?!"

"Shay! Don't do this!" He begged coughing up blood. I ignored him.

"Shay!" Was that... Brad? I whipped my head around and stared into his icy blue eyes. Only then did I drop the bat.

"Call the police. I'm done with this dickhole." I stepped over the limp body, opening Jake's door.

"Mommy! Who that?"

"A bad man. C'mon we have to go okay?" I took him out of his crib. "Did you call them?" I asked Brad.

"Why'd you beat him so badly?"

"He was going after my son!" He gave me a disappointed glare. "Fuck off! I was right to do what I did!" I stormed past him.

"Wait was that the guy who..." His eyes softened slightly. "I thought you didn't know-"

"I wish I didn't okay, Brad? Now did you call the cops or not?"

Brad's POV

There were still lots of questions to be asked, but now was not the time to ask them.

"Yeah," I said, "I did." She let out a shaky breath, god I was doing a great job of making all of this harder on her. "You can stay with me until they fix... Whatever it is that he broke into."

"Really?" Her eyes brightened a bit as she smiled at me.

"Yeah I've got a ton of room." I laughed. "C'mon I bet you're super tired. I'll tell the cops what I saw while you put Jake in bed."

"No it's fine can you just hold him?" She asked.

This is it, the peak of tragedy in Shay's life, I thought.

Boy was I wrong.

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