She froze when I said that to her. She probably wasn't thinking of being caught. She looked so sad when I had first saw her. And now she looks worse with a huge cut going down her face, a gash in both her lips and a big ugly bruise on the side of her cheek.
On top of that her ear is gushing out blood and she claims it's happened before. Something here is not sitting right, and I'd like to find out what.
"You didn't think I noticed that? You seem like a smart kid, that beer wasn't for you, was it?" I asked her while she still stood there, glued to the floor with the rag against her bloody head. Now's my chance to do something I might regret, but I might as well give it a shot.
"Listen I'll make you a deal. You let me take you to the hospital, I'll call up your parents or whatever, and I won't go mention what I had seen going on here yesterday to the police." I told her and that's when she shot her head up in my direction and gave me an unsatisfied glare.
"No sir. That deal isn't going to be made. I don't need to go to the hospital, my dad's at work all tonight, on top of that I have to work here 'till 5 so I'm not going anywhere." She said as more blood came from her shoulder.
"And I say you going to the cops about anything is Bullshit. Why would a jackass like you care who I'm giving it to." She told me. The mouth on this kid.
"Hey, first off, I don't care if you speak to your daddy like that or anybody else, don't talk to me like that, okay? And second, I am very good friends with a cop myself that goes to the school and I'd be happy to get alcohol off your hands." I told her while I watched her wobble back and forth. She needed care and she wasn't going to let me take her willingly.
"Yeah, you think a school resource officer is gonna do anything? He isn't gonna do shit and neither are you. I call bluff and I'm no-" And just then like I was expecting came falling forward with me by her side lucky enough to be close to her otherwise it would've been both her ears bleeding from the sides.
She started to pick her head back up from those five seconds of unconsciousness and saw me holding her up trying to drag her out the door. She dropped the rag trying to stand up and that's when she started to put up a fight.
"I don't need you to take me to the hospital I'm fine, now put me down you son of a bitch!" She yelled jerking back and forth while I was just trying to support her weight that she clearly couldn't hold and get out the door to the truck.
"Listen, the more you struggle, the more tired you get now stop fighting kid." I told her mainly trying to calm her down but also, so she'll see struggling is pointless and she's going one way or another. I wonder how she acts toward her parents. Although, she didn't say a word about her mom so maybe it's a sensitive topic?
I looked down when I felt her go limp and see her fully unconscious and dragging her feet. How many times has this happened? And if this is a normal thing then why hasn't she seen a doctor. I am so confused right now. Who knew going to the gas station again for the girl would get me in this situation now.
I pulled her to my truck and opened the door with blood now all over me and her. It just keeps flowing out, this is not good she could very well die from this.
I ran over and grabbed her belongings which was literally the three books and nothing more. No phone, no money nothing. As I was walking out a group of teenagers were walking in.
"Hey, hey. Sorry fellas the stores closed up early, my apologies." I said while I pushed them all out the door and shut both and flipped the sign. Hopefully, that'll hold them off.
I ran back to the car and hopped in placing the books beside the still unconscious little girl who looked like she had just walked through hell. I knew if I called and waited for paramedics it would be too long.
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Savior of Mine
Dla nastolatkówCollins Tate Harrison. What's a more boyish name for a girl than that? And what's a more depressing life than striving every day for a shit hole of your mom's boyfriend and an overdosed mother? Along with that you're fifteen and working at a hand-m...