I woke up in a room I have never seen before. The room is decorated in amazing photographs and smells like sweet perfume. As I get out of bed pain rushes all through my body. Then I remembered where I was and what happened last night. After I got off the phone with Adam last night I fell back asleep. The next thing I remember was being punched in the face and having knives stab me at least ten times. I remember getting up and running to an apartment after the men who beat me thought I was dead and then left. I ran to Saralin's because she was the closest person I could get to. I remembered her address from a notebook she had on her desk at school yesterday. She must have been really shocked to have seen me at her door this morning. I started walking towards her bedroom door because I heard a baby crying. I walked out of her room and followed the sound of the crying into a baby's nursery. The room was for a little boy because it was decorated in little boys things. On the wall behind the crib the name, Cameron was written in big letters. Was Cameron Saralin's baby boy? I pushed the thought away as I picked up Cameron and he instantly stopped crying. As I brought him up to my chest he wrapped his tiny little fingers around my neck. After I got Cameron I went and found the living room and kitchen. When I walked to the couch in the living room I found Saralin asleep on the couch. I quietly put on a cartoon for Cameron to watch and put him in Saralin's arms. She twisted a little and then put her arm around Cameron to comfort him. They were both peacefully sleeping in no time. I walked in the kitchen and started making breakfast for Saralin,Cameron, and I. I decided that I would tell Saralin everything while we ate breakfast together. I feel really bad for having to drag her into my crazy messed up life but maybe she can help me. After I had breakfast done, I set the table and then went and watched tv waiting for Saralin and Cameron to wake up. My wounds hurt really bad but it's not any worse than all the other fights I've been in so I know I will have a quick recovery. I wonder if Saralin was worried about me?
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Fighter
Teen Fictiongirl who was abandoned and left to look after her little brother meets a guy who she falls in love with little did she know that he was a street fighter. will she stay with him or leave him?