Irik

Charity and a vengeful mission

YARA ABOVE ^

Kim's p.o.v

I like to jog first thing in the am, I must admit the regulars out walking their dogs, walking or running somehow make me feel secure. Everyone is friendly this area, I have even started helping the homeless girl. She is probably an inch shorter than me with big green eyes, black curly hair , thin framed and brown skin. She looks like maybe she is half black and indian to me. I suspect she is sleeping in the park across from my building. She looks far too young to be put in such a cold world, im guessing she is eighteen or 19.

Today before I start my jog I am bringing her a little baggy of food and a hot cup of tea. She is finally starting to talk to me, I guess being out here you have to be careful who you trust. I gather she is about nineteen, she sketches sometimes and shows me her days work. This morning I don't find her in her usual spot on a wooden bench across the street from me.

Ill just carry her bag with me I think to myself and I give the door man the tea instead. As I begin my route I pass by the pine trees, when something to my left catches my eye. While momentarily distracted I stumble over a rock and fall flat to the ground. For once my own pain doesn't matter...because when I stand back up to continue investigating what distracted me I notice its a leg.

A human leg jotting out from the other side of the bush, I immediately pull out my phone and call 911 as I continue to step closer and to my horror find that this particular appendage belongs to yara. The homeless girl I was looking for, she still has a pulse...but is all black and blue. She looks like she went a few rounds in a boxing match.

I call in to my boss and let him know what is happening and that I won't be in today. Thsnkfully he is such an understanding and compassionate person, he gives me the rest of the week off since it's Wednesday and there really isn't much to do thiz week. No major projects. ..thank goodness. My next call goes to irik whom I know is probably just getting up, since work doesn't start until ten am for him. He picks up on thd first ring, "are you ok....where are you?" He drills

"Im ok, but you remember the homeless kid who lives across from our building? I just found her in thd park all beat up and unconscious. " I inform him

"What?!" he exclaims

"Yeah, I called for an ambulance and I sill ride with her to the hospital. " I state

" are you ok? Do you see anything or anyone suspicious around?" He asks

"You know what just come home please, right now!" He orders

" whoa...irik calm down I am fine, there are plenty of the usual joggers, walkers and such around. I'm safe I promise you." I say

"As a matter of fact the EMT's are here now, I will call you back once I get to the hospital. ..promise" I reply

he gives an exhausted sigh before agreeing and promising to bring me something more appropriate to wear .

Smh....he is always looking out for me and now it's my turn to look out for someone else.

Twenty minutes later I am still in the waiting room without so much as an update from a nurse or doctor. The main doors open and in walks irik, his cheeks are flushed of color. From the serious expression on his face no one would dare adk him anything at this moment. His eyes are trained on me as he approaches carrying a bag that he drops at my feet when he reaches me. I look up at him and he is furious..." I thought you said you were ok? What are these bandages about kim?" He yells

I have never seen this side of him...he is usually always calm and collected. " I fell." I state flatly

" what the F do you mean you fell? Where.. .when...you swear no one hurt you?"