Issues

10

What the fuck-

Was my first thought as I see blood on my fingers tips.

That's not good. I rush to the bathroom in hopes Sam doesn't see me. I know she'll panic for no reason.

What to do?

What should I do?

Shit shit shit.

I grab a whole bunch of paper towels and began to 'clean' up the blood. My eyes widen as I hear Sam knock on the door.

"Hey Amora, Lorenzo is here. He said he needs to talk to you." Sam says.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself. "I'll be right out!" I yell a little, so she can hear me. I turn the tap on and rinse off the blood, hopefully, you can't see it.

I take one good look at myself making sure I don't look off. I take a deep breath and exit the bathroom. "Hey." I mutter as I walk closer to them.

"Amora." Lorenzo says looking at me from top to bottom. His eyes travel back up to my eyes. But then later shift over to my head.

I felt something drip down.

Oh no.

Fuck.

"Amora, you're bleeding!" Sam says in a panic. Lorenzo comes closer to me to check it out.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" Lorenzo asks Sam, relaxed.

"Yes! Yeah just-" she mumbles panicking around looking for a first aid kit. As she finally grabs it she rushes back. "I'm fine." I try to convince them.

Lorenzo walks around the cash register and grabs a stool. He brings it to where I was.  "Sit" Lorenzo demands.

And I do. He checks it out. "It's deep. What happened?" Lorenzo questions me, and he picks up some rubbing alcohol wipes and wipes down the surface.

"fuck." I mutter as I flinch to the burning feeling.

"What happened" Lorenzo repeats himself.

"I hit my head." I say.

"No fucking shit Amora." Lorenzo says, rolling his eyes.

"On a trunk... corner." I say, extending my way of speaking.

"Fucking hell Amora. I'm taking you to the hospital. I think stitches are required." Lorenzo tells me.

"Hospital! Fuck no!" I yell at him, jumping up from the seat.

"Amora this isn't a discussion, we're going." Lorenzo demands.

"No! We're not fucking going!" I shout as I try to walk away from this odd tension. Lorenzo grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him.

My chest was completely on his 6'4 framed body. "We're going." He says, then picks me out bridal style.

"Lorenzo! Let me go!" I try to get out of his grab.

"Amora. Shut it." He demands once more, and opens his car door, placing me in the passenger seat.

He shuts the door and immediately as he walks off I try to open the door.

"Don't you fucking dare." Lorenzo says as he sits down in the driver's seat, I roll my eyes and sit in place. Lorenzo starts his car and immediately reverses out of the parking spot.

He sped through the empty roads to the hospital. He parks the car perfectly in one try. He turns off the car and he opens the driver's side and lets himself out. As I try to open the passenger car door, I was too slow only because Lorenzo was already there.