~ Belladonna flower ~
A gift of belladonna might interpreted as a warning or a symbol of death.
Rebecca Rose - A sweet and kind hearted girl, who tries her best to stay in the shadows. But what happens when her dark past starts to haunt her. With h...
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Lorenzo Romano
What the fuck is he doing here? That was the first thought that came to my mind.
I crouched down and lifted his cheek up then turning it left and right. His eyes were closed and he had a scratch down his right cheek.
"Hey Lorenzo, you know this is a shitty place to sleep, get the fuck up!" Seeing the fact he didn't answer. There was only one thing I could do...
I slapped him in the face. And again he didn't answer or respond. That's when I realised there was a red patch of blood on his white shirt.
"Holy fucking shit, he bleeding" I yell, honestly I don't know why I yelled considering I'm the only one around.
Fuck he's going to get me killed, but I need to see if he got stabbed or shot. Lifting his shirt up I see a red line. I released the breath I didn't know I was holding, thank goodness he was wasn't shot. But I mean he was still stabbed, so no thank goodness.
My eyes slide across his body "Damn he has some good abs." I whispered under my breath. He always looked good but I didn't think he would look this hot. Man he could be a brick from how hard his abs look.
I quickly snap my head back to the wound. Mentally slapping myself. I never really liked Lorenzo, he was so mean and rude to everyone. Well except for his best friend Lucas Knight.
Once I accidentally bumped into him, and he yelled at me then pushed me against someone's locker. In my opinion that was very rude and two it wouldn't have hurt that much, but considering my dad use to beat me it hurt a lot.
I pulled his shirt down. Sitting there thinking if I should leave him or help him.
I mentally making a pros and cons list.
Yeah I'm not saving his life since he's an asshole. He can die for all I care, I stood up and walked to my car which wasn't far.
Once I sat down in the car, I felt a rush of guilt and uneasy in me. Ugh he's a dick why should I feel guilty.
Uhh fine I'll fucking save him I thought to myself. I drive my car to where he was laying. I'm mentally cursing the world right now.
Like if I wasn't already tired enough from killing a man. I had to deal with this 6 foot giant.
I get out of the car and hover over him, thinking how the fuck I'm going to get him in my car. He's taller and heavier than me. I mean that respectfully.
I make him sit up, then crouch down and put his arm over my shoulder trying to lift him up. Just when I think I lifted him up my muscle fucking fails me and I drop down with him.
