ENG - My best friend's sister ᵐᶦᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᵒᶜ

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Meiyo POV


"Damn it, pick up," I beg into my cell phone. But it's just ringing in my ears.
"Sweetie, since I'm having a good day today, I'm going to give you 10 minutes from now to come out voluntarily. Otherwise, we will have to destroy the door, and that will be even more unpleasant for you," someone yells through the door. I hear only his laughter and that of his accomplices, while I tremble with fear. I stare at the cabin door and can barely make it out because my tears run incessantly down my face, obstructing my vision. I sob quietly and wipe away my tears as I try to calm my breathing. But the panic inside me doesn't subside. Then I hear the signal that hung up because it was ringing too long. Staring at my cell phone in disbelief, I just cry harder. I dial the same number for the third time now, but it still rings. I can feel my hope fading as the cell phone hangs up again. Desperately, I stare at the display.
"Damn it, where is my best friend when I need him? Why isn't he answering his cell phone?", I curse softly to myself and rub the tears from my face. But I'm immediately followed by new tears.

Desperate, I finally dial Mikey's number and hope he will pick up. I pray so hard that I will hear his voice. Finally, after what seems like forever, an annoyed "Yes?" comes.
"Thank God you at least answered," I sob into my cell phone in relief, which only makes me cry more.
"What's wrong? Are you crying?" he asks me and I just shake my head.
"Just five more minutes, kiddo. Either you open up or you'll regret it," the guy outside the door yells, kicking it again.
"Help me... please," I continue to cry bitterly and I can swear he can't understand me because I'm crying so much and probably mumbling more than speaking.
"Where are you? " he asks me and I just shake my head again, even though I know he can't see it.
"In a shower stall, near Spot 90," I answer through my tears, and a moment later I hear a hoot.
Hanging up.

I drop my phone on the floor next to me and clutch my legs, only to rest my head on them. I feel my heart beating fast and my hands shaking as I try to calm down. I keep taking deep breaths in and out, but it does absolutely no good as the knocking on the door gets louder and louder.
"So sweetie, enough playing," they yell outside the door, trying to break it down. At least that's what it sounds like. I cover my ears to muffle the noise, but the knocking is so loud that it still pierces through. It feels like an eternity that these people are making noise outside the door. I can hear them cheering each other on and trying to open the door with something. Eventually I hear yelling and then suddenly it gets quiet, like they've disappeared. Then there's a knock on the door, but this time it's gentle and not as aggressive as before. I flinch when I hear Mikey's voice.
"Mei, it's me. Open the door," Mei, it's me. Open the door," he says. I reach for my cell phone next to me and get up to open the car door. I stop in front of the other door and take a deep breath before opening it.


Mikey POV


I'm completely out of breath as I knock on the door and wait for it to open. Judging by these guys, I must be right here. I'm definitely not done with them yet, but for now it would suffice to have them lying unconscious on the floor. It takes a brief moment for the door to open and for them to slowly step outside. As I look at her, my eyes widen and I feel anger rise up inside me. Her lips and temples are split open, and dried blood is still on them. I tense my hands and clench them into fists, so angry it makes me. Her eyes are red and swollen, probably from crying, but you can still make out a shiner. When she sees me, she starts crying even more and falls into my arms, clutching my torso tightly.
"You're bleeding," she says sobbing into my top and incredulously I look down at her.
"Then you should take a look at yourself," I say softly, hugging her to me. But she just shakes her head and continues to cry. I don't think for long, but grab her by the hips and lift her up. She doesn't seem to think for long either, but clasps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck to hold on better. I hold her by the legs and carry her.

Angrily, I look back at the guys on the floor for a moment and then continue walking. They're definitely going to regret this, but for now I have to take her back. She continues to cry and sob into my shoulder the whole time. A little later we arrive at our trailer and I open the door a little awkwardly before setting her down on the table and turning on the light. Only now can I really see her, and again I get angry, but at the same time I feel extremely guilty.
"I'm going to get some water," I say, digging a container out of the cabinets. There is no faucet for fresh water in the trailer; you have to walk to this crappy facility every time. I hurry and return not even five minutes later. I put the water down on the table next to her and get a fresh shirt out of my bag to use as a rag. I take her face in my hands and first wipe away her tears before dipping the shirt in the water and start dabbing away the dried blood. As I clean her face of the dried blood, I feel the anger in me slowly subside and be replaced by a sense of guilt. I left her behind and can't forgive myself for what happened.

We both stand there in silence. The only sounds that can be heard are her soft sniffles and occasional hisses due to her pain. You can see the pain she's in and she doesn't really make a secret of it. After I finish, I say, "Nothing needs stitches," and gently stroke her hair behind her ear. She just nods briefly in response.
"Will you show me your belly too? ", I ask her as I notice she is holding her belly the whole time. She looks to the side uncertainly and I notice her swallow before she slowly lifts her top. There are red spots there that are slowly turning a blue and purple. Immediately, my hands clench into fists and I want to turn away from her because I can't take it any longer. But then she holds me by the hem of my top and I turn back to her.
"It's not that bad," she says softly and dips the used shirt into the water as well to wipe off the blood on my lip. While I had taken care of the guys earlier, one of them had caught me, leaving me with some blood on my lip as well. I can see the pain in her eyes when she sees the wounds on my lip. She looks at me as if I had been the one who had been cut up like that.
I repeat her words softly, "Not so bad," and bite my lips.
"Don't bite it, she's hurt," she admonishes my lip chewing. Shaking my head, I pull her to me and hug her tightly before lifting her up and carrying her towards the bed. On the way, I turn off the light and lie down with her. I lie on my back and she lies on top of me. I feel her body heat and smell her scent as she snuggles up to me. She doesn't seem to mind because she stays lying there and even seems to relax by burying her face into my chest.

I continue to hug her to me and stroke her back as I stare stubbornly at the ceiling of the trailer.
"I'm sorry I just took off. I don't know what's going on," I eventually break the silence as my thoughts drive me crazy. These guys ambushed her, probably because of me, and it's driving me crazy. I feel her shake her head and turn it to look at me, but I avert my gaze, not wanting to look at her. I am so ashamed of what has happened to her because of me that I convulsively try to hold back my tears. But inevitably a tear leaves my eye. I feel her sit up and grab my face with one hand, turning it in her direction so I have to look directly at her.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You saved me, Mikey," she says, and that only makes more tears flow from my eyes. Shaking my head, I put an arm over my eyes so she can't look at me.
"That's not true, those guys were actually trying to get to me and you got it," I say quietly, feeling more and more ashamed about it. Shortly after, I notice her remove my arm from my face and look at me.

"Thank you for saving me," she whispers, and only now do I look at her. She smiles, and a moment later I feel her lips on mine.

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