Notice me

17 | Help; Part 2

TW: Blood, violence.
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Sienna's POV:

"Help."

I stand up from my seat, making a distance between myself and others.

"What happened."

"Please-Please come. I've sent you my location."

I look at others. Fear boiling in my veins. "I'm coming." I hang up, my mind going at the speed of the light with all the thoughts. I open my most recent text message and the indeed location pops up on my screen.

Alex's desperate voice rings in my head over and over again. I don't have a car here. Nothing.

"Is everything ok?" My head shoots up. Kane is walking towards me with a worried expression.

"Can you drive me home? Something urgent came up."

He nods without hesitation. "Sure let's go."

I nod, following him at a fast pace.

"Sienna?" Cheryl calls after me. I look behind my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

I don't have time for this.

"I've got to go. I will tell you later." I call, quickening my pace to Kane's car.

We hop into his car, I nervously tap my fingers on my thigh. He starts his car and starts driving to my house. "Are you sure everything is alright?"

I nod. "Yeah. My two small cousins are visiting us and one of them cut himself badly so my parents have to take him to hospital. Their parents are currently on a date and someone has to look after the second cousin." I lie.

He nods. "I can stay with you? I know my way around small kids." He is either referring to Lili or Dom. Or both.

I shake my head and give him small smile. "That's okay."

He nods hesitantly.

After a painfully long drive, we arrive at my house. "Thank you!" I bolt out of the car and inside the house. "Bye!" I hear Kane call behind me.

I sprint up the stairs to grab my keys. With shaking hands, I open drawer after drawer.

Where is it?

Finally, I spot the pocket knife, I swiftly take it. I peek out of the window. Kane's gone. I sprint to my car. I start it with my shaking hands and speed right away when it starts. While driving I set my phone to the phone holder and opened messages. I look again at the location and time. I set GPS to take me to the exact location. Only 10 minutes passed. Kane must have heard the urgency in my voice so he too was going fast.

I look around.

Where the fuck am I.

I glance at GPS. I'm near. Abruptly I steer the car to the side. I park it on the side of the road. This part of town is soulless anyway. I turn off the car. I take my phone out of the holder and climb out. After I lock the door I sprint to the spot where Alex is with help of navigation.

I round the corner and almost freeze at the sight before me. 3 dudes are standing above Alex who is clutching his side with blood covered hand. His face scrunched in pain.

Adrenaline pumps in my veins. "HEY," I scream with a voice I didn't know I have.

Their heads whip in my direction. One of them has a phone in his hands, his hand freezing before his ear. Who the fuck is he calling.

I'm not stupid I know I have fucking zero chances against those 3 power rangers. But the fucking adrenaline and sight of Alex is making me do things a healthy mind wouldn't. I pull out the pocket knife. Their eyes darted from my face to the sharp blade. I analyze them and find they have no shit on them. At least nothing visible to my eye.

"Get the fuck out of here." I grit out with venom in my voice.

The bulkier of the three musketeers takes a threatening step toward me.

I lift a bored brow to show him I give zero fucks. But in reality, I'm gripping the knife hard so my hands wouldn't shake.

His colleague grabs his arm and whispers something in his ear. Alex's eyes widen. He must hear them.

"Let's get the fuck out of here." The third one voices.

The bulkier one thinks thoroughly. The El Chapo growls and sends a kick into Alex's stomach before they run off.

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I run toward Alex and drop to my knees before him. I release the hold on the knife and it goes falling to the ground. I look at his side.

"Have you been bleeding this whole time!?"

He shakes his head. "It's not that bad. It only grazed me." He grunts while sitting up.

"Hold still! Grazed by what?"

"There was fucking metal sticking out of the wall as they pushed me into it." He takes deep breaths.

For fucks sake.

"Can you stand up? I have a car near I will take you to the hospital."

He tries but fails. I hold him right. My heart beats against my ribcage so hard it could possibly break through.

"Okay. I will call someone then."

His eyes widen and he grabs my wrist. I look at him. "They ca- They can't know."

I clench my jaw. "Swallow your fucking pride already! You need help for god's sake! They would rather know the truth than have you die due to blood loss because you were scared to tell them!" I shout at him.

He looks at me, his eyes holding anger and guilt.

I rip his already ripped shirt to cover his wound. I put his hand on top of the cloth. "Put pressure on it."

I focus on opening contacts on my phone. My hands shaking like never before. "For fucks sake. OPEN." I scream into my phone. My nerves taking full control.

I feel Alex's hand near my jacket pocket but I decide to ignore it. Suddenly I hear familiar sirens. I look around. I notice blue and red lights near us. I swallow the lump in my throat. Thank fucking God. Someone must have heard us or seen what happened to Alex.

I look at him but his eyes look at me in... Apology?

I shake it off. "It's going to be alright. Help is here." I put more pressure on his wound. When I hear the doors of multiple vehicles shutting I stand up. "Here!" I hear thundering footsteps coming toward us. I sigh in relief when I see cops. "He needs help--" I'm cut off when they raise guns at me. I freeze.

They start shouting commands at me but the only thing I hear is the rapid beating of my heart in my ears. I look back at Alex. Just now realizing how it looks. My pocket knife was beside him in a small puddle of blood. I choke on my tears and words. I look at the cops, red and blue lights momentarily blinding me. "It's not--"

I didn't see one of the cops sneaking on me before it was too late. He tackled me roughly to the floor. I groaned at the impact. The next thing I feel is his knee on my back and his rough hands on my wrists, pinning them behind my back now holding them with only one hand. I lift my head when I feel his other hand searching me. His hand stops in my pocket. Other cops come to surround us. Few are still holding their gun raised in my direction. Another cop is calling an ambulance for Alex.

I feel the hand pull something out of my pocket. I try to look at it. The world seems to stop when I see a small package with pills in his hands. He tosses it to his colleague and pins my head down which causes the left side of my face to collide with the hard concrete. I closed my eyes due to the pain.

Tears pool in my eyes from the pain. I open my eyes slightly and they meet with Alex. He looks away.

The next thing I know is that I'm being yanked off the floor to my feet and dragged toward one of the vehicles.

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A.N.:

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