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CHAPTER TWO " this house doesn't feel like home "
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My body had been wrapped around a thermal blanket, i had only see them in tv shows. Now, I was the tv show. There was a medic checking all my wounds, because he hadn't still seen the one in my thigh and I wasn't going to talk.
I was sitting on a ambulance, in the distance I could see Enzo in the same state as me. Paramedics surrounded him and asked him questions he couldn't respond.
Enzo sat next to me in the fire. I couldn't take my eyes out of the cracking fire, red and orange danced together. He was talking but I couldn't hear a word, my ears were ringing without any notice.
I still could feel the blood exiting my wound in my leg. I looked down at it. "Fuck." I hissed in pain.
Finally sound came into my ears. "Fuck, Bea! You're bleeding!" Enzo screamed, coming closer to me.
I looked at him. He was almost as dirty as me. He had scratches all around his face, his axe was thrown to the floor the instant he saw me. He only wore a t-shirt and his dark jeans. I can imagine how he survived without getting hypothermia or dyeing from cold.
I finally let out a snort. "No shit. Didn't notice."
He looked at me with pity, I hated that, I hated pity. He was there when I was stabbed, he looked straight to me eyes, he heard my screaming for help and still choose to run away and help himself. He should looked at me with guilt, not fucking pity.
"We can't call the cops."
"What else would you suggest?" I asked sharply. "Run back home and forget everything? Because no one would question the fact that out whole fucking family is dead."
Enzo let out a frustrated scream. I only stared at him.
"Do you know of any other wounds you have?" The paramedics voice woke me out of my thoughts.
I took my hand out of the warm blanket and pointed at my thigh. I tapped close to the stab, not caring about the pain it caused me.
His eyes moved to it, I searched for a name in my mind. He sure had said it at some point, i just couldn't remember.
