Lily Hates Me: A Love Story — Chapter 62

I picked up the chair and smashed it on top of the guy. He yelped and fell on the side. Tony quickly got up and strode towards me.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Tony said and grabbed my hand. I didn't hesitate for another second and let him pull me away. Tony shut the door and locked it with the key.

A sound of gunshot exploded inside the room making my ears ring. The guy was shooting at the door.

"Ugh...let's keep going before he gets out," Tony said and we walked out of the building.

As if on cue, the door burst open and the man stepped out. "That's it! I've had enough of you kids. Playtime is over," he said and pointed the gun at us.

"Get behind me Summer," Tony ordered and pushed me behind him before I could say anything.

"Hand the girl over," the man said.

"Not a chance in hell," Tony countered.

The man raised his gun and pointed at him.

"Don't hurt him! I will cooperate," I said quickly.

"Summer, don't..." Tony started to protest.

"Listen to your girlfriend," the man said and came forward to grab me.

"Don't touch her!" Tony roared and attacked him.

Everything happened quickly. I saw Tony struggle with the kidnapper then I heard another gunshot. I quickly dropped down on the floor. But, if there was one thing my dad taught me, it was not to act like a damsel in distress. I got up and jumped on the man's back who was hovering over Tony, trying to choke him. Then I bit him on his neck in a true vampire style.

The man groaned and screeched in pain as I bit down hard, making him bleed. I tasted iron and almost gagged. Hope I don't get some disease from this asshole.

He shook me off of him and I fell on the floor.

"Motherfucker....what the fuck you bitch? You bit me!" he cried. He got up and started to move toward me.

"Hold it right there!" Tony cried. He managed to grab the man's gun when he was too busy crying over that small bite. Idiot.

Tony pointed the gun at the man. I quickly walked away and stood behind Tony.

"Put the gun down, kid. Do you even know how to use that thing?" the man warned.

"Why don't you come closer and find out asshole," Tony said firmly. His eyes were burning with hatred.

"We need to call the police!" I cried.

"Here, use my phone, it's in my pocket," Tony said.

I took it out and called the police. The man just stood there, glaring at is.

The police eventually arrived and called our parents. They arrested the man and took him away for questioning.

"Your parents are on the way so just hang in there," one of the police officers said. I nodded.

I saw Tony leaned against his car. A sudden realization hit me. He saved me! I ran towards him.

"Tony!" I cried and wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face on his chest.

"OW!" he groaned. His face was pale.

"What's wrong?" I looked at him with concern.

"I...I don't know. Your hug hurt," he said. His face twisted into a frown.

I looked at him with confusion and took a good look at him. I gasped as I saw his side. It was soaked in blood.

"Oh my god! You are hurt! Did you get shot?" I screamed.

"Huh? I did?" he scowled and lifted his shirt up. I saw a deep wound on his waist and almost passed out.

"I am fine," he said lamely.

"What the hell? No, you are not!" I cried and called the officer who quickly called for the paramedics to take him to the hospital.

My eyes stung. He was hurt because of me!

"Summer!" my parents yelled as soon as they saw me so I ran into their arms.

"Thank god you are okay," my mom said. "You must've been so scared."

"I am fine. But mom, Tony..." I started to cry.

"He is gonna be fine," dad said. "The bullet just scratched him so his wound wasn't deep," he reassured me.

"It was all my fault. If I hadn't fought with him he wouldn't have followed me here and got himself hurt," I said.

"Don't be silly sweetheart. Of course, it wasn't your fault. But you should thank him for protecting you," mom said and smiled.

"I want to go see him," I said desperately. I needed to see he was okay.

"He is at the hospital. We'll take you there," dad said and patted me on my head.

I saw him sitting on the hospital bed and couldn't control myself anymore. My eyes started to water again. He looked up and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey," he said.

I strode toward him then wrapped my arms around him then buried my face in his shoulder. He quickly hugged me back.

"This is the second time I got hurt because of you. I demand makeup sex. Lots of it," he mumbled into my hair.

"I hate you, you suck. Why would you fight that guy when you know he has a gun? Are you an idiot?" I sobbed. "What if you died?"

"Well I am still here, ready to become your permanent pain in the ass," he chuckled.

I pressed my lips on his and kissed him. He was caught off guard for a minute but recovered quickly then grabbed the back of my head to deepen the kiss. We kissed each other breathlessly for a few moments, his hands roaming all over my body.

"You came for me," I said with my voice thick with emotions.

"I love you, Summer. You tried to break my heart but failed because I didn't believe you when you said you were pretending," he said quietly. He brushed some of my hair away from my face.

"I lied. I love you too Anthony Dean," I said and kissed him again. I wanted to kiss him until his lips were swollen. Maybe Tony had the same idea because he didn't let go.

"Alright that's enough of that," someone said.

I let go as I recognized my dad's voice behind me. Tony cleared his throat. "Sorry sir," he said awkwardly.

"You get a pass for saving her life. Thank you," dad said and patted Tony on the shoulder.

"Let him rest honey, I am sure he needs it," mom said gently.

"No wait...don't leave," Tony said. He was still holding my hand tightly.

"We spoke to your parents. They will be here soon. Summer will visit you later, won't you honey?" my mom asked.

I nodded. I gave him one final kiss on the cheek then left with my parents.

"Did the police find out who that guy is?" I asked my father.

"He confessed as soon as they arrested him. He was hired by that asshole," dad said grimly.

I was confused. "What asshole?" I asked.

"Mark Phillips. My sorry excuse of a father," dad said. his eyes were glowing with anger.

Wow, he really is a piece of shit.