The Bad Boy kidn*pped Me

Chapter 12 - First Aid

Evangeline

I was sleeping comfortably, dreaming about chocolates. It was honestly a lovely dream. I was sitting with Lars and eating chocolates - I don't know where Lars came from, but he probably gave me his share of chocolates too because there was a bag full of them: Twix, Toblerone, Kitkat, Dairymilk, Ferrero Rocher, all of my favorite ones. I was just about to put a delicious, heavenly piece of Dairymilk in my mouth when my dream was interrupted with a loud bang. I sat up quickly, rubbing my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was 1 in the morning.

I wonder what that sound was. It could be Lars.

I decided to check what it was and got up on my feet, walking out of the room. I decided to head to Lars' room when I realized that I had absolutely no idea which room belonged to him. Heck, I didn't even know the number of rooms there were in that castle sized house. I was just about to turn and leave when I heard a loud noise from the room that was at the other end of the hallway. It sounded like something had shattered and without even realizing my feet started carrying me towards that room. Honestly, I was a bit afraid, thinking about what could have caused that sound, but I plucked up the courage to walk to that door. I really didn't want to walk in on someone if they would be doing something private. For example, Lars could be with some girl. Okay, that would not be a pretty sight, I thought and so I decided to knock first. I knocked on the door thrice in a rhythm and after a few seconds I got a reply.

"What is it?" A voice said from the other side. I recognized it to be Lars' however it sounded cold and angry. I wished I could turn and leave but now it was too late. I had to reply.

"Lars?" I called. For a few seconds I did not hear anything, so I decided to turn around and leave when suddenly the door clicked. I stopped and turned around to see Lars opening the door. However he only opened it half-way and was kind of peeking from behind it.

"What's wrong Angel? Don't say you had a nightmare," Lars said, a small chuckle escaping his lips. However I could tell that something wasn't right.

"Can I come in?" I asked, looking him in the eye.

"Umm... Yeah, sure," he replied hesitating a bit, and then reluctantly opened the door completely, gesturing for me to enter.

I entered the room, and heard the door close behind me, making me feel slightly uneasy and I turned around to face him. I had to tilt my head backwards to look at him. Why is he so tall? Not that he didn't pull it off. He stood there quietly, looking at me, as if he was trying to figure something out. Within a few seconds I realized that I was alone with him in his bedroom, and that was enough to make my breath hitch slightly and my heart beat a little faster. My memories drifted back to the last time I was alone with him in a room, with the door closed. The time we were in that room with the glass door.

Breathe, Eva, breathe.

I was getting nervous, and thus I started taking in my surroundings to distract myself. It was a big room, with dark blue walls, the lighting not very bright. There was a huge king-sized bed on one side, with white bed sheets and a fluffy white comforter resting atop it. A large black LED covered most of the wall on the opposite side of the bed, with two huge speakers and a gaming console that I recognized to be X-Box. The floor was covered with a black carpet and it was then that I noticed the shattered glass on the ground. Apparently, the mirror that was fixed in the wall had broken. I turned again to look at Lars, his eyes still fixed on me.

"How did that break?" I asked him, pointing to the broken glass on the floor.

"How does it matter?" He snapped coldly, his eyes containing a glint of frustration. I felt a frown forming on my forehead at his sudden change of mood.

I looked away from his burning gaze and looked down, when I spotted something red on the floor. I worriedly looked at Lars and noticed how he had his right hand behind his back this whole time, as if he was hiding something. I looked up at him and walked towards him, earning a questioning look. I then reached to take his hand but he quickly stepped away from me.

"What do you think you're doing?" He snapped again, but it didn't seem to affect me. I took his hand and pulled it forward. My eyes widened seeing his hand covered in dark red blood, two or three pieces of glass buried into his skin.

"Oh my God, Lars, you're hurt!" I said panicking, examining the cuts on his knuckles.

He jerked his hand out of mine making me snap my head to look at him. "You're hurt, Lars." I said trying to take his hand back.

"So what? Why do you care?" He said coldly, anger evident in his eyes.

"Did you punch the mirror because you are mad at me?" I whispered, tears forming in my eyes. I don't know why I thought of that, but it was a childhood problem with me. I always felt like all the bad things that happened were somehow my fault. He grabbed my arms and turned me around, pinning me tightly against the wall. I closed my eyes shut and hissed, as the slight pain shot through my back.

"You," he said making me open my eyes to look at him, as his husky voice and his minty breath that fanned my face made me shudder lightly. "You are not that important," He stated, and I felt a pang of hurt in my chest for some unknown reason. I guess I really am falling for him. All too quickly.

"You're bleeding, Lars," I pleaded with him, so he would let me treat his wound.

"So?" He hissed making me scowl.

"So? So let me treat your wound, please," I said with begging eyes.

"Why? Why do you want to treat my wound? Why do you care that I'm bleeding?" He asked, looking me in the eye.

"The same reason you got so angry when Caleb tried to force himself on me, the same reason you consoled me that night, the same reason you said you'd feed your friends to the dogs if they even lay a finger on me!" I replied. He let out a small chuckle, letting go of my arms, turning around.

"I did that because it's my fault that you're here," he replied.

"Well, I also think it's my fault that your hand is in that condition," I mumbled. He swiftly turned around and slammed his hands on the wall on either side of me, caging me, as I gasped and flinched away, pressing myself tightly against the wall. However my mind screamed for his already injured hand. "Careful! The glass is still stuck in your skin, it will cut deeper!" I almost shouted, a single tear rolling down my cheek. His face at once softened and he removed his hands, taking a step back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't - I didn't mean to scare you. Please don't cry, I just - I... I don't - I'm really very -" before he could ramble any further, I kept my index finger on his lips, making him shut up.

"It's okay, just let me treat your wound please," I requested, my eyes locked with his. My finger was still on his lips and I enjoyed the way it felt. He slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. However it did break me out of the trance I was in, making me remove my finger from his lips.

"I'll go get the first aid kit," I told him and turned to leave when he grabbed my wrist and I was pulled into a rock hard chest. I looked up at him bewildered not turning around. Okay, intimate position part five.

"Do you know where it is?" He asked raising both his eyebrows, a slight smile appearing on his cute lips.

"Uh-no," I replied mentally smacking myself for being so stupid. He was still holding my wrist and there were tingles shooting up my hand where our hands made contact. It was the weirdest, yet the best feeling ever.

"Come on," he said walking around me, leading me out of the room, still holding my hand. We made our way to the kitchen where he took a first aid kit out of the cabinet and set it on the counter. I removed the pieces of glass from his hand, and he hissed. It felt really bad seeing him like this. I then washed his hand with water in the sink and applied the ointment on his hand finishing it off by wrapping a bandage around his hand. This was the first time that I was glad I had taken first aid lessons in school.

"You should still show this to a doctor tomorrow,"

"I will. Happy now?" He asked me, gently taking his hand away.

"Mhmm," I hummed.

"Let's get you to bed then," He replied smiling at me.

"Who's going to bed with who?" A voice said making me jump. We snapped our heads toward the owner of the voice, who was Leon standing casually by the door of the kitchen. I then registered what he had said and realized that it sounded really wrong. My eyes widened and my face flushed. I stole a glance at Lars and he too was blushing.

"Woah woah woah, are you two blushing?" Leon asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He then covered his mouth with his hand, and exclaimed with amusement in his eyes, "So you two were planning on doing it!"

"What? No!" I shouted, completely mortified. I looked over at Lars who was... Smirking at me? Lars then started to walk towards me with mischievous eyes and a cheeky smirk plastered on his face.

Okay…

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