I woke up to Another Brick In The Wall by Pink Floyd. It wasn't even my alarm, the party next door was STILL on. It was 6:00 am. I was exhausted.
I pulled on my slippers and dressing gown while thinking through what I would tell those assholes next door who made me lose sleep all week.
I was just about to walk out and give those dickweeds a piece of my mind when suddenly there was a loud, frantic knock at the door.
I wasn't in the mood to entertain this morning, but I answered the door anyway. "What the fuck do you wa-" I was cut off by noticing a terrified looking guy with greasy black hair hastily stuffed into a bandana holding a small, convulsing girl who's nose was bleeding. It was like a bad reenactment of Pulp Fiction, except it was really happening. "Yeah, okay lady, just please fucking help her? I don't know what t-" I cut him off by pulling them into my house, slamming the door and brought the girl onto the sofa. I turned her on her side and picked up the phone. Quickly dialing 911, I got put through to the ambulance section and gave them my address.
I put down the phone and took a deep breath.
Why the fuck did they drag me into this?!
I looked up at the guy who brought her in here who was now quietly crying in the corner. She must be his girlfriend or something. Just minutes ago I was going to go over there and give them shit, now, I just feel sorry for the guy.
Jesus. Poor man.
"Hey, what's yo-"
I was put off by the screaming sound of sirens.
Suddenly I'm terrified.
Are they going to put me in prison?!
Is she going to die?!
Who are these people?!
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I wake up to something poking me.
Thinking it's my cat, I mumble "c'mon kitty, get off"
Suddenly hearing some faint deep chuckles, I open my eyes.
Where am I?!
Who are these people?!
What the fu-
Oh yeah.
Last night.
I get another poke in the face.
Now pissed off, I turn to the poker ready to tell them to go f-
Woah.
The poker, who's lap I happen to be asleep on (who is this person??). He's surprisingly tall, with obviously styled hair. Sitting on his messily styled hair is some sort of police man hat. He's wearing tight leather pants, and I can feel everything beneath them.. He has a smile that could melt- wait. Fuck off. I can't just start falling for this prick who just woke me up by poking me. He is now laughing at my angered expression. "I ain't a cat, baby. 'Nless you want me to be though." He says winking. I stare blankly at him. "If that was meant to be a pick up line you're not doing a great job. Now if you'll excuse me, em, what is your name?" I asked. "Duff Mckagan, at your service. May I ask what your beautiful name is?" He asked seductively. I couldn't help but feel my cheeks tingle. "I'm Clarence. Clarence Marine." He smiled that beautiful smile (ugh shut up Clarence) and said "pleased to meet you Clarence" before gently lifting me off his lap and started to get up. "Where are you going?" I asked, somewhat annoyed that he'd moved me from my spot. "Ooh missing me now are ya?" He said laughing, "I'm goin' for a snoop. Wanna come with?".
I thought about it for a second. Go with this super hot guy, or stay here in this uncomfortable chair waiting outside a hospital room that was already crowded.
The choice was obvious.
"Yeah, sure. Lemme just grab my coat.." I mumbled.
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Hey guys! This is my first wattpad book (or any book for that matter) so I hope it's not too shitty, and that anyone will actually read this hehehe. Idk when the next chapter will be. Soon if you want me to continue on. Happy reading :)
