Millionaires (A The Script FanFic)

Chapter 2- Autumn

  

Chapter 2- Autumn

By the time we arrive at my flat I am completely out of breath and panting like a dog- god I need to work out more! The cut on my hand is stinging like hell, my head is pounding and I just want to sleep.

"Ok, I helped you so now will you tell me what’s going on?" I ask, looking up at the girl. She stares back at me silently. "Ok, let's start with an easier one, what's your name?" I ask, still no reply. "God you’re a chatting one aren't you." I say with a sigh before walking over to the sofa and flopping down. "Take a seat." I say, but she stays put, swaying slightly. "Are you alright?" I ask, as for the first time I notice how extremely pale she is and see the trickle of blood coming from the gash above her eye. "Come on sweetheart, you need to rest, you are safe here." I say and just at that moment her legs give way and she falls to the ground unconscious.


After checking for life signs and so on, making certain she is alive, I lift the unconscious girl and place her carefully on the sofa before rummaging around to find a blanket. Finally, when she is nicely covered up and when I have put the largest plaster I could find over the gash above her eye and then some on the cuts on my hand, I drop down into a chair and try and work out what exactly has just happened. I took a cut down an alley, someone was following me, I met this girl, she asked for my help, some people were coming and it seemed to frighten her so I brought her back here where she collapsed...ok, still confused but I'll go with it.

I gulp down some whisky to try and stop the pain in my hand and to try and bury the a hundred and one questions that are bubbling inside my head. Luckily before long I feel my eyelids begin to droop and I slip of into much desired sleep.

"Shit!" That's the first thing that passes my lips when I wake the next morning. It turns out I was still holding a half full bottle of whisky when I fell asleep which has managed to spill all over my trousers. "Well that's just fricking great!" I mumble angrily as I get up and head to my room to change.

I strip off and shower before coming back out in my towel. I have a pounding headache that just won't budge and something is gnawing at the back of my mind, god why do I have such a shit memory? I walk out into the lounge in my towel and stop dead, so that's what I forgot...oops.

I watch the sleeping girl with her auburn hair falling in a wave across her face for a moment before remembering I am only wearing a towel and I am pretty sure the first thing she wants to see in the morning is not me almost naked. I turn back towards my bedroom but as I do I trip over my shoes and my legs get caught in the towel and before I know what’s happening I am face planting the floor. I hear a fast inhale of breath and I know that the girl has woken. I pull myself from the floor, desperately pulling the towel back over my body and I can tell I have gone bright red.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you I…I tripped." I stutter as I see her curled up in a terrified ball on the sofa. "Sorry." I say again before quickly retreating to my room to change.

When I come out again I find her stood by my CD rack (yes I still have one, I know there is iTunes and stuff but you can never beat a good old CD) I cough awkwardly making her jump and scurry back to the sofa. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I say but she just gazes down at her knees as if she has done something terrible. I stand awkwardly, really not sure where to start, no matter what I say she just stays silent. But then the growl from my stomach finds the question for me. "Do you want anything to eat?" I ask and her eyes slowly lift from her knees giving me my answer.