We walked into the woods and took her onto a small path I made so I wouldn't loose the house. "It's just up this path." I told Sprite as we walked further up the thin path. She nodded and we carried on walking.
"We, my friend, are now here." I said, walking up the stairs. I got to the door only to realise Sprite was stood, mouth wide open. "Well come on. Those wounds aren't going to clean themselves." I said. She stopped looking like a codfish and walked up the same steps I just did.
"You don't talk much do you?" I asked her as she sat herself onto one of the stools at the small bar that was attached to the kitchen. "I don't really do well with socializing." She told me. "I could tell. With how much your talk bar goes, you just don't talk." I joked.
"This may sound weird but can you take your top off so I can treat the wounds?" I asked once I got some extra first aid things from underneath the bar where the alcohol was.
She looked scared and started to stutter a bit."Maybe you could tell me how to treat them and I could do it at home." She said, obviously worried about something. "Are you sure? I mean, fine by me but I don't want you walking home with wounds being untreated." I replied.
The girl nodded and I wrote down what to do and she left. But I had this gut feeling that if I let her go, she wouldn't come back. And I'm always right when I get a feeling like this.
But instead of telling her to wait, I let her be. It could just be because I like her and don't want her to leave. Right?
I ignored my gut feeling and started making dinner. I wasn't really hungry so I just made a microwave pizza.
Once the pizza was done, I sat down and turned the tv on.
But a knock at the door caused me to flinch.
It wasn't even a knock. It was more of a bang. Fuck. I hope it's not my parents. Last time they were here they trashed up the house which caused days and days of cleaning up.
I went to the door and it was Sprite. She was very bruised up just like earlier. I immediately opened the door and let her in. "Hey. What happened? I thought you went home?" I asked as I sat her down.
Pausing the tv, I looked at her properly. She had tears running down her cheeks, her face was covered in blood and bruises and her hair was all messy.
I fixed up the bruises and sorted the one on her stomach. She wanted to keep her shirt on which I understood and didn't question anything.
"C-Can I sleep here tonight? I don't want to end up getting attacked again." She asked. I nodded and showed her to the guest room.
"How did you even build this?" She asked as we walked into the guest room next to my room.
"I had my cousin and her girlfriend to help me." I told her. She nodded."All clothes and pjamas are in this drawer, in this basket is things like shampoo, conditioner, body wash etc. Clothes are in all sizes and styles so don't worry about that. Bathroom is through that door and my room is the one next to this one on the right so don't hesitate to knock. Stay as long as you need." I told her. She nodded and I left her to get sorted.
I walked back downstairs and put the pizza into the trash. No point eating it now as it was already cold from me treating Sprite's wounds then showing her where things were.
That was when another knock came at the door. I groaned before walking over to the door to see it was Mia, Harry and George. "What are you guys doing here?!" I exclaimed. "Well, we know your parent's are in town so we came here since we know that when those assholes are in town your always here." Mia exclaimed as the three of them shoved their way in.
"Well can you please be quiet. I have someone upstairs." I told them. "What?! Who?! Tell me!" George squealed. He and Harry were like brothers to me even though they were dating. "Seriously. Who's up there?" Mia asked. "Wait and see." I said. All three of them whined.
"You better of not been getting laid Amy." Harry said. "What the fuck 'course not. Besides, I was helping her or them, I respect pronouns ok and I don't really wanna mispronouns someone." I said. "My pronouns are they/her." Sprite said as sh-they came down wearing pjamas and her short hair being wet.
Let's just say, all three of them were very shocked....
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