~Bethany's POV.~
I sat down, my hair was a mess. I could feel it. I heard Jerome gasp softly when he popped off Mitch's cuffs. "B-Beth... Come here... Please..." He sounded normal, but a lot more terrified. I got over as fast as I could, I saw a red shimmering liquid on the ground. I looked at him.
"Where is this from?" I asked softly, and he indicated to Mitch's wrists and the handcuffs. The handcuffs were full of broken glass, tacs, nails, razors, small knifes and things of that sort. I quickly took off my shirt and tore it in two. I started wrapping Mitch's wounds and Jerome sat there and stared. I blushed but continued working on Mitch. I got finished wrapping the wounds and started to improvise clothing. I ripped off a strip long and wide enough to act like a chest binder, wrapped it skillfully, and tucked the rest of the fabric in my back jeans pocket on the right. It hung out but I didn't mind much. I needed something to wrap Mitch's wounds up with later. I looked at a still dazed/staring Jerome and blushed.
'W-What?" I asked. He snapped out of it.
"So, can we like, recap or something?" Mitch asked. I nodded.
"First, finally by the age of eight fucking teen I get pulled out of that orphanage. Then, woo yea I have a boyfriend. Then, Rick almost kills me and lies about it. Then we go to a party, Rick knocks Jerome out and shoots me with a sting gun. Annnnd here we are." I said. "At least, that's the important stuff anyway." I said, gently scooting over to a wall. I looked at Mitch, he was all beaten up. Black eyes, bruised face, and his nose looked to be broken. I sighed softly, shutting my eyes. I wish none of this even happened.
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The Blind Side ~Team Crafted FF.~
БоевикA simple girl with no sight who longs to be adopted and reunited with her brother, Bethany. Once she is, she is happy as can be. But she doesn't know is that she's in for the time of her life! EDIT: Over 10,00 reads... I just... What. The. Fuck?
