Bad Boy Isn’t My Type

Jennie Wilson POV

” Go Run! Get going to that shitty village of yours! I don’t care anymore…… I don’t need your f***ing help!” He barked at me making me flinch and he stepped towards me, grabbing me by my arm.

” I don’t need anybody’s help! Everyone just get f***ing going out of my life, leave me die alone again and again and again…… But nothing matters to me anymore now you see…… It’s no more fascinating and you are no special……”

” I don’t f***ing need you…… Just run away, run away very far from this vicious monster and I wouldn’t be giving a single f*** about you anymore.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

” Our relation ends up here…… From now on you don’t need to come to my house ever again! I don’t want f***ing b*tches like you linger in my life. Go Get Going!!! ” He yelled into my face and I failed to mask my pain, tears escaping out of my eyes.

” I know how to survive I don’t need you. I personally set you free from the show you are trapped in. Both of our responsibility and ties ends here. You are on your way and I’m on mine. ”

” Don’t you dare come back to my house or me ever again, and if you do I will f***ing break your neck of I encounter you next time.”

Vincent spat at me, the word so harsh and demeaning that it felt like a slap on my cheek, and I recoiled in hurt and pain.

Vincent released me abruptly and started walking towards his car, not even turning even once to look at me.

I whimpered as he drove off harshly from the yard and I stumbled down, my legs giving me off and I cried out loud hiding my face.

Was I of no value in front of his eyes?

Whatever I did for him, he just nullified it in few words. I was just a punching bag for him throwing his past tantrums at me.

I was so sick with everything that happened in a span of just a few hours. He was finally letting me go but then why was I feeling so dejected and pained from his words and insults.

I ran inside the house and saw Harper and Rose were busy playing video game screeching and fighting on each other, drowning in the game.

” JENNIE??? When did you come? ”

I ignored them and ran up and dashed into my room and closed my door, leaning onto it.

” Jennie!?? Come out? Did something happen???” Harper yelled out kicking the door and I held my ears.

“I’M FINE!!! WILL YOU PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE FOR A WHILE!!!!” I yelled out sitting on the floor, my head giving me a immense pain.

There was a pin drop silence for a second until Harper spoke. ” Okay…… we will wait, I know you are not in a mood now, but we are here…… whenever you feel like coming.”

I stayed silent, my voice stuck in my throat, sorrow seeping in through me. I dailed Alex number worrying deeply because that volcanic Blake had went after her.

The moment I called her it was coming switch off. I tried so many time but it was coming same again. How was that possible?

No!!!!

I hope she’s alright!!!!!!!

Think positive Jennie, nothing has happened to her…… Blake isn’t that bad…… isn’t it??????????

Who am I kidding…… he’s the worst nightmare when it comes to violence!

I held my head which was paining heavily. This night was supposed to be completely different.

It was supposed to be Vincent-free. Instead, I was curled up in a ball on the bed, more miserable than ever.

How could he say that to a girl like that?????

Dont I have a minor freedom to go somewhere…… he’s accusing me so wrongly that……

Didn’t he have a single hint of trust on me?

We could have talked this calmly and sort it out but he just…… why did he act like that…?

As if I was caught cheating on him…… first of all are we even lovers?

I sniffed ducking my head on the pillow.

…….

*Next morning……*

I got very early today way too gloomy as I couldn’t proper sleep. It was just 5 of morning, Harper and Rose were still sleeping.

” Our relation ends up here……”

” Both of our responsibility and ties ends here. You are on your way and I’m on mine. ”

I pressed my fingers against my temples, fighting to get his voice out of my head.

I walked towards the garden, watching the morning dews for a change. I couldn’t think nothing but Vincent, his words mercilessly looping my head.

He was completely different than other times he yelled at me…… His eyes, they were filled with pure terror and pain.

I felt like he wasn’t talking to me for some seconds, lost in somewhere far from me…… like he was crippled deeply inside with ever present darkness.

Was it really end between us?

The pressure built in my chest and head as I walked in the garden and I couldn’t fight off the nausea. It was too much.

Why was I feeling so sad and hurt despite everything? Why couldn’t I stop thinking about him…… What is happening to me???

I creased my brows, my heart beating breath going uneven. I wanted to be far away from him for so long, but now I was seriously losing my mind when he literally let me free.

I walked out of the gate to buy some fresh drinks and I can take a walk too.

My heart wretched, my body going cold, my breath rambling up as I took in Vincent’s car in outside the gate.

Vincent was sleeping, resting his head on his folded arms which was on the rim of the window.

Vincent……

Ho… how???

Didn’t he go home????

He was in same dress of yesterday and it was just 5am of the morning. Than it means……

Don’t tell me……

I stumbled running towards him without wasting a second and stopped in front of him my breath and my pulse picking up high.

He was shivering, distress clearly evident in face as he had closed his eyes. The dried tears near his eye lashes representing a long, tears-stained story.

I let out a whimper, a tear escaping from my eyes unknowingly. I didn’t even try to deny it as I took him in.

He was literally freezing, he didn’t even bother closing the window. He looked so vulnerable and anguished and I found myself cursing me for his state.

He came back to me……

I touched his hair, my hand trembling in deep misery, trying to suppress my tears as I caressed his hair.

Vincent whimpered, his body shuddering out and he lifted his head slowly, squinting his little swollen eyes as he had cried a lot.

I wiped my tears quickly and in a second our eyes met and he froze taking me in.

The time stopped, everything muting around us…… just me and him. I felt an unusual pull toward him, which was getting to difficult to resist.

Anguish and loneliness veiled his eyes, which fully revealed his inner agony to me.

One impression remained, he was suffering. There was something that troubled him so much, and it seemed like he couldn’t find a solution. It felt like he was held captive by his demons.

He looked away immediately looking utterly broken, more vulnerable than ever, his head hung low, not saying a single word.

He was actually looking like an abandoned puppy in a carton box, his hair messed up irregularly.

I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t say a word just staring ahead.

This motherf***er……

I just stood cursing him internally but just by observing him I was loosing my mind’s battle. It really urged me to mend him because maybe I was the who started first.

I learnt that getting angry and saying things to each other didn’t do any good to me neither him, either he dies crying like this or I die…… by his hands and insults.

If I had to survive this and overcome this, go along with him, help him, stable him…… I had to tame him first.

I had to tame this Vincent Ainsworth and bring him to correct direction.

I looked at him as he looked gloomy than before, mentally preparing myself for whatever outcome would arrive from now on.

I strode towards other side of his car and entered. He glared at me as I sat on the front seat, beside him.

He creased his brow as I sat silently adjusting myself properly to the seat.

I met his gaze with mine and I stilled, he was glaring daggers at me, but not uttering a single shit off his mouth.

” What?” I questioned him seeing his astounded and angered face.

” What do you think you are doing???” He hissed out dangerously and lowly but I stayed calm, not letting him get me this time.

” Coming with you…”

” Didnt I f***ing warn y—”

” My things……. my things are still in your house. I know you told me get out, atleast I need bring back my valuable things and stuffs. So drive…” I said calmy staring ahead.

But I clearly knew I wasn’t going to just settle for my things, I had planned everything. I smirked internally.

” No need…… I will bring your f***ing things to you, get the f*** out now.” Vincent barked at me making me jump out of my thoughts.

What……

” No you won’t…… you can’t touch girls stuffs though…… I have to come on my own.”

” I will tell Emma to pick it up then…… Get the f*** out now.” He hissed back with murderous look on his face.

Why you……

” Emma doesn’t know exact details of what I have brought okay, it’s only me who knows…… I’m not going to leave even a single pin of mine in your house. Drive now…”

He grew still all of a sudden, observing me with a pensive expression on his face and I repeatedly chanted myself not to freak out.

He didn’t even blink or move a single muscle, staring me down, but there was no usual nothingness in them, his face donned with something I couldn’t recognise.

Both of us breathed hard as we stared at each other, more and more seconds ticking by.

His eyes were turning dark with pain and distorted sorrow which was cutting through my soul.

He heaved a shuddered breath. ” Stop …… stop what whatever you are doing…… you think you can confine me-”

” I’m not playing any games Vincent…… If you are not willing then I know many other ways to reach…… . your house. If you don’t want to take me then I’ll go by taxi.”

I said sternly looking at him directly in eyes without showing any sign of hurt or anger. Please don’t say to get out…… please please……

” If you are not willing take me…… I will get out……. I’m seriously going then……” I said in warning tone, expecting him to stop me.

” Im seriously going……”