My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 8: Breathe Darlin

☆Kyara☆

As I run, I wince with every step, clutching my injured side as it sends shooting pains through me, and when I see a coach up ahead, I run as fast as I can to catch it before it leaves.

I leave a smudge of blood on the window as I bang my palms on the doors, hoping he will open them and not keep driving.

The older man who's driving crinkles his brows, but after a couple of seconds of debating, he opens it, and I fall into the bus.

I scramble up and constantly look over my shoulder for Jace's imminent appearance.

"P-please h-h-help m-me!" I beg quietly and look around to see up the bus aisle.

I see only a handful of people, thankfully, and they're not paying me any attention. I then look back at the driver, who looks concerned.

He looks slightly rough around the edges, like an older biker, but I'm not scared of him, he has kindness in his eyes and I've learnt the hard way that good-looking guys like Jace can hide an evil core.

"Ah'ite, sugar. Urry 'n' sit be'ind me. I'm startin' her 'n' headin' out **right now**, so don't ya worry." He replies calmly.

I nod and keep watching out the window as I take my seat behind him. The driver pulls away from the curb, and I look back the way I came, to see Jace in the distance holding his side, and limping due to the wound on his leg, as he runs towards the bus. But it's already driven away before he can get close enough to stop it.

My heart is racing as I sit there, trying not to hyperventilate. I lift my jumper to look at the wound, and It's still bleeding. So much so that the top is now soaked. Shit!

I hope I don't bleed out before getting somewhere to stitch myself up. I should have grabbed the bloody superglue.

I press the top to it even more as I rummage around in the bag for something else to press against it and find Jace's gym towel in a side pocket.

Thank fuck it's clean! So, grabbing it out, I press that against it, wincing as I put pressure on it. Then I curl up across the seats as best I can, making sure the seat is keeping the towel pressed against the wound better than just me holding it. Hopefully, it's enough that it stops the bleeding.

Feeling sick and woozy from blood loss, I close my eyes, and after a few minutes, the quiet hum and jostling of the bus make me sleepy. So I let the darkness take me.

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"Sugar."

"Sugar, wake up."

I hear a voice at the edge of my mind that stirs me from my sleep. Urgh!

I just want to sleep. My whole being hurts.

"Sugar!" The panicked voice is accompanied by a gentle shake. I bolt upright, almost bumping heads with someone, and look around in a panicked daze.

I'm expecting the whole thing to have been a dream. No, a nightmare, and Jace was the one waking me like he always did in the middle of the night.

"Woah there, sugar. It's fine. We're far from where I picked ya up." The bus driver says to me soothingly, "You've been sleepin' for hours, I di'n't wanna wake ya, but I 'ad ta stop 'n' get gas. I'll be 'ere for roughly twen'y minutes, then I 'av ta finish my route. If ya wanna get washed up 'n' somethin' ta eat, go right ahead. This 'ere is where I was born 'n' raised 'n' though it's none a my business, I'd like ta help ya." I see true concern etching his features. "I'm Gus, by the way. 'N' I can call my wife Celine who runs the B&B 'ere 'n' you can stay there. I'll be back in a few hours, or ya can come ta the end a the line 'n' decide what ya wanna do then." He says to me softly, but I can see the hope in his eyes that I'll stay here.