Just lucky

Chapter 2

The deafening echo of the gunshot reverberated through the air, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. Instinctively, I checked my body, half-expecting to find a gunshot wound, but to my relief, there was no pain. My eyes darted across the car and landed on a bullet hole, through the window.

I was hoping by now someone had heard my screaming and the firing off of the gun. With the gun now lying on the floor, in the front of the car the playing field had leveled.

In the heat of the moment, the man's face contorted with anger as my hand connected with a sharp slap. Surprisingly, he fought back fiercely, defying his age. Our struggle escalated within the confined space of the car. I skillfully evaded his punches, resorting to desperate measures like clawing at his skin, hoping to leave behind evidence in case something happened to me. Blood trickled from his wounded cheekbones as I tightened my grip on his gray hair, causing him to cry out in pain.

"AHHH you fucking bitc-"

In a desperate act of self-defense, I sank my teeth into his hand, pulling with all my strength until a clump what was his already thin balding hair remained in my grasp. Out of nowhere, the car window shattered, showering him in a cascade of glass fragments. The agonized screams escaped his lips as the sharp shards found their way into his skin. I, too, felt a sting as a piece of glass grazed my arm, triggering tears to well up in my eyes.

The mounting pain fueled my rising anger. Just as he tightened his grip around my neck, a sudden figure appeared, swiftly pulling him through the broken window. I watched as the altercation spilled out of the car, a group of familiar faces joining the fray. Amidst the chaos, the old man's cries merged with the distant meows of a kitten.

It was the same group of people who had been involved in the bike mayhem earlier. A voice within their midst called out urgently, suggesting they call the police
"She's in the back! See if she's okay! There's glass everywhere."

Suddenly, the back passenger door swung open, revealing a pair of concerned brown eyes filled with genuine worry. Trembling with fear, tears streaming down my face, I found comfort in those caring eyes. Sighing with relief that they came with quick speed. I noticed another ride-share driver was parked speaking to the police. Looking around for any identifying landmarks.

As I glanced down, I noticed a sharp pain in my ankle, realizing that fragments of glass had struck me there. The person whom phone got swapped with mine stood in front of me. Their voice providing just as much comfort as their eyes.
"Now there's two wounded kittens."

Suddenly , I was gently lifted from my fetal position, cradled in their arms. I pressed my face against their chest to not be over stimulated by the light. A sweet aroma of lavender took over my senses. Their clothes smell so good. Lavender have never felt so relaxing until now for me.

"I understand that ambulance costs can be high. We need to stop your bleeding though, luckily our ride share driver have a first aid kit, and the cops will need your statement." They spoke.

The blaring sirens and flashing lights overwhelmed my senses as I sat there, surrounded by the commotion. I provided my statement to the police, feeling a sense of relief that they were taking action, for once in their life. Since my family lived across the country, the person who had swapped phones with stayed by my side. Asking me who I could rely on. I informed that it was my roommate Kassi. Who just so happened to be off today, and distraught about the news. From her voice she seemed to have had gathered stones. Yelling "I'll castrate that creep!! He should be in prison prison but when I'm done with him he'll be in the grave! Tombstone reading perverted piece of shit!" On the speaker phone. The cops pretending to have not heard the threats.