She's the girl all the bad guys want - Ace Merrill

Straight towards Ace...

I sat down cautiously on the sofa. My parents both stood in front, towering over me. How on earth am I going to get out of this one?!

"Well? Start talking young lady." My mum said.

I sighed and looked up at them. How do I even begin to come up with a response. I couldn't tell them about Ace. They wouldn't believe me if I told them that he was actually decent. Knowing them they'd accuse him of raping me or something and I know they'd win in the court of law. He wouldn't stand a chance against our lawyers.

"Rochelle." My dad said sternly.

"Okay I'll talk." I started.

But no words followed.

"Rochelle Winters if you don't start talking right this instant-"

"Okay okay!" I said, holding my hands up in defence.

"I went out with Donna, Mark and Steven." I began.

"But Mark and Steven aren't the best guys." I may not like this different version of Donna but I wasn't about to drop her in trouble, she was still my best friend and all.

"They're the reason I smell of cigarettes! But I swear I didn't have one!"

"Don't swear in this house young lady!" My mum mentioned.

I tried to hide my eye roll.

"And you honestly didn't have a cigarette?" My dad said, looking down at me questioningly.

I shook my head. "Not one father. I promise."

"And no alcohol either?" He added.

I shook my head again. "Honest father. They offered but I kept saying no."

My dad nodded slightly.

"Well there's only one thing for it." He started, putting his hands in his trouser pockets.

I gave him a slightly confused look, although I was scared of what his next sentence was going to be.

"And what's that dear?" My mum asked.

"Simple. You are not to see Mark or Steven again and I shall be going to Donna's father to ensure he keeps his daughter away from them too."

Poo. Donna would kill me if I was the reason that she had to stop seeing Mark. Then I'd run the risk of her telling my parents about Ace.

"But dad-"

"No Buts Rochelle. Now go and take a bath. You smell horrible." He said in his firm father tone.

I sighed and slowly walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. I was in deep trouble. She was so into Mark and when she found out it was me who told... Ace...

I ran the bath and filled it with so many bubbles you couldn't even see the water. I slipped my clothes off before climbing in and allowing the water to envelope me. If only it could transport me far far away from this mess I was in.

I couldn't stop playing various scenarios in my head. My parents would find out about Ace. They'd have him arrested for some reason completely untrue. They'd win. He'd go to jail. And I'd never see him again.

I lowered myself so my mouth was underwater and let out a scream. It came out muffled but it helped a bit. Why was I feeling so protective over a guy I heard tell his friends he would only be my Mr Right until I slept with him? He was using me to gain a one up on the guys in my area. He knew it would frustrate them if they found out he'd slept with one of their own.

So why did I want to keep him safe from the hammer of the justice system my parents would surely bring down if they found out about him?

Man my head hurts.

I sighed as I slowly began to wash myself. I didn't even like the guy. Sure he helped me but it was all for his own personal gain. So why should I care? For all the crimes he'd committed he probably deserved jail.

I felt my head begin to pound as I got out and got myself dry, slipping on my fluffy dressing gown and letting the water out. I watched as it slowly swirled and twirled it's way down the plug. Why can't problems just disappear like that?

I moaned as I walked out and headed into my room, shutting the door behind me. I looked around at my pristine bedroom.

4 poster double bed in the middle with the covers neatly tucked in, my vanity desk was next to my drawer set and matching wardrobe.

The room of a high class socialite, as my parents called it. But was I a high class socialite?

I'd seen so many guys from my level, constantly been encouraged to begin a relationship with one by my parents but none had intrigued me quite as much as Ace Merrill.

I slowly sat on the bed as I remembered his words. 'I'm not what you need. I'm what you want.'

I fell back on my bed as I ran through that sentence. He wasn't what I needed. But was he what I wanted?

I mean surely I didn't like the idea of being completely tied down into this whole perfect life with a perfect husband. I actually wanted to live a little.

Maybe Ace was what I wanted. He was that escape.

I couldn't let him get in trouble.

My parents would be out for blood.

I quickly jumped up and managed to get dressed into a tight vest top and a pair of skintight shorts. I pulled on a pair of my workout trainers and shoved my thick blonde hair into a high ponytail.

I jumped up and down a few times to get my heart rate up before running off downstairs and into the living room.

"I'm going for a run." I said to my dad who was reading the newspaper and my mum who was admiring her necklace in the mirror.

My dad mumbled a response and I was completely blanked by my mum. Charming.

And before I knew it I was out on the street, running straight towards Castle Rock. Straight towards Ace...

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Hey guys!

Sorry this chapter is rather short!
It's taken me my entire 13 hour long work shift to do as I've been doing it in little bits throughout the evening but it's now 23:45 and I'm officially clocked out so I'm going home to sleep and then tomorrow I shall crack on with the next bit!!

Hope you enjoy this rather short chapter 😊😊❤️❤️