The Bad Boy's Sweetheart novel Chapter 5

Summary for Chapter 5 HER: The Bad Boy's Sweetheart

Chapter Summary: Chapter 5 HER – The Bad Boy's Sweetheart by Farah daher

In Chapter 5 HER, a key moment in the Romance novel The Bad Boy's Sweetheart, Farah daher delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.

 

"Don't you ever get tired?" Mrs. Davidson inquired softly at the empty room that had been a lovely company with my piano play collection for the winter ball.

 

"No, I'm fine.” I smiled when she walked in front of my piano and smiled back. She was the one who kept encouraging me to keep playing even after my mom died, it was my therapy.

 

I was destined to keep playing as the passionate hunger kept increasing within me when I grew up.

 

It was an escape from the amber-eyed guy I had seen. I had been thinking a lot about him, he gave off the scary face and the haunting past vibes but it only made my curious side appear even more. Every time I stopped now, I would start thinking about him so I instantly focused more on the piano keys, the guy faded into the back of my mind.

 

"I'm going to lock up now." She announced regretfully for stopping me, I let it go as I nodded and closed the piano lid.

 

“I'm sorry I made you wait." I apologized as she patted my shoulder.

 

"It's okay, I had a meeting.” She explained and I stood up with my bag that Alexa packed for me after school. I usually play after school for two hours, this time I went for three hours as the gloomy weather started to get clouded indicating a storm was approaching.

 

We both bidded each other goodbye and I took a stroll to my home that was nearby. I saw a silhouette of a guy in front of me but I didn't pay much attention as I saw the music notes I had in my hands.

 

I bumped into someone's back as the music sheets flew from my hand to the ground. I quickly bent down and took them before the wind made it the victim of the Michigan storms.

 

“Are you fucking blind or some shit?" He yelled and the familiarity of the amber eyes I had forced myself to forget came back again, he was tall and strong with sharp structure and curls that were swaying from the slight wind.

 

He had turned to face me as I self consciously put the baby hairs behind my ears when I finished packing the music notes and stood up to face him.

 

"I'm sorry," I whispered. There were only the two of us as his eyes began speculating me like I was an insect he couldn't wait to get rid of.

 

"Are you following me? Are you a part of the cops’ plan to put an eye on me?" He asked in a rushed tone with furrowed eyebrows. I fidgeted in nervousness since I not sociable towards anyone and my only attention was the piano.

 

"No,’ I replied, my voice wavered as he stood intimidatingly with his hands in the sides of his jacket pockets.

 

 

"It was good, I think I'm almost ready for the winter ball," I announced and he sent me a happy smile, squeezing my hand.

 

"That is fantastic news, you worked so hard for it." I didn't want to mention the money they would give me for working as the school pianist in events. I had to surprise him when he comes to watch me play on stage. It would make him even more elated.

 

I had worked so hard to help us live the way we were living now, I finished working in three jobs and concentrated on the soft melodies to chase my dreams. Dad got promoted to a sales manager in the environmental Michigan company for manufacturing eco-friendly stuff. It wasn't his dream, he wanted to be in a band but he was discouraged after what happened to mom.

 

Some dreams weren't meant to be chased.

 

The boy that had anger issues continued to dance in my mind, his amber eyes spoke volumes, he was pleading for me to save him yet he was independent alone. I dismissed him from my thoughts as I concentrated on my dad as he talked about the news. I couldn't take the act of peace maker when he didn't want me to.

 

"Are you going to die?” The seven year old me said after I discovered that both of my parents went to the hospital when mom's case worsened.

 

"Lam going to die, but I am alive inside your heart." She poked her needle that was in her hand for life support at my chest as my little fingers wrapped around hers with a smile.