It was around 10:27pm, Saturday night at where I was working at. A coffee shop. It was a busy night, lots of couples came and went, and the smell of coffee was really strong of course. I really liked working here. Anyways, I'm 17 and yes, this is a part time job. I'm living alone, don't get me wrong, my parents are still around, they help me with my apartment and all. I just wanted to move out to live on my own. Let's skip this introduction, I'm wiping down the last few tables, getting ready to close.
"Ah (f/n), can you please wash the cups in the kitchen for me? I need to be home quick for my children." My manager was picking up her bag while grabbing her keys. I smiled and nodded.
"Sure. Enjoy the rest of your night." She smiled and thanked me and then walked out. I sighed and looked out the window, the place was still lively despite the time. I shook my head and lightly patted my cheeks and went back to cleaning. By the time I was done it was exactly 11:00pm. I locked up the coffee shop, putting my earphones in, I began walking home humming to 'Home' By BoA. I was cold around this time.
"Damn... I can't believe I left my jumper at home.... Stupid... aish." I mumbled to myself. I kept walking until I heard a really loud 'BANG' in an alleyway. I panicked, but being the idiot I am, I followed the sound. As I got closer, I heard grunting, panting and more 'BANGS' It sounds as if someone is being brutally beaten up. At this rate, I should be running like there's no tomorrow, but I kept going. I turned to peek, and there they were, thugs beating up someone, he looked my age or older. Throwing away my fear, I did the impossible.
"Yah! What do you think you're doing?! Leave him alone, or I'll call the police!" Their attention turned to me and they ditched the guy and ran off.
"Phst.... I thought they were going to go after me." I huffed. The boy started groaning and holding his stomach. I panicked and ran up to him.
"Oh my god, are you okay?! Wait what am I saying? You clearly aren't. Here let me help you." I sat him down and grabbed his face. It was bruised and there was a bit of blood on the corners of his lips. He looked down at the ground. I reached into my purse and took out a napkin. I used my left hand to cup his right cheek and the other to dab the blood. He flinched and I did as well.
"Did that hurt? Sorry..." I continued dabbing and he stayed quiet. I caught him slightly looking at me, only for a split second. I sighed and dabbed him harder. He let out an 'ouch' and looked at me flabbergasted.
"What the hell do you think you're doing picking a fight with those people? They could've killed you! Are you stupid? Do you think you can take them? You're crazy." He continued to stare at me shocked. While I tried to get rid of the blood stains and treat his cuts and scrapes.
"Your wounds need to be disinfected. Come on, my house is nearby." I put his arm around my shoulder and my arm secured around his waist. I helped him stand up and walked him to my apartment.
When we got to the front door. I took out my keys and opened the door and stumbled in. Like holy crap, he's heavy. I placed him on the coach and went to the bathroom to take the first aid kit. I walked out and he sat there obediently waiting, his face is expressionless as if he had nothing else to live for. It made me freeze in my spot. After a few seconds of staring at him. I snapped out of it and walked over to him. He looked down at me while I sat on the ground and collected the disinfectants and bandages to treat his wounds. I cleaned his wound and poured the liquid on a piece of material. I started dabbing his wound once again. He flinched and I stopped to look up at him and then went back to tending his wound. I put bandages on them and packed up. I stood up to put back the kit in the bathroom. I went into my room and took my clothes out and went to take a shower. When I was done, I walked into the living room and saw that he was asleep. I went to my bedroom to take a spare blanket, I walked out and placed it on him. He looked so peaceful, yet sad. I kneeled down next to his sleeping figure and brushed his bangs to the side. I smiled softly and pulled the blanket up a bit more and tucked him in. I stood up and walked into my bedroom and slept.
