Two weeks passed by like nothing. I was good at school, that's why studying wasn't really an issue for me. And teachers loved me because I always wanted bonus points and raised my hand. And I always stood up for the kids they picked on.
When I was walking home from school, a loud voice of a man made my head to turn around. I saw a girl, crying and begging her boyfriend not to yell. She was trying to calm him down but there was no use. He kept screaming at her and he released his anger in a punch. The sound was really intense and the girl fell to the floor.
My instinct to help the poor kept getting louder as my legs moved in their direction. The sound behind my black tennis shoes became an echo in my mind. I just had to get her up and make sure she's okay.
"Are you okay? Oh fuck, your lip is bleeding. Grab my shirt; I'll carry you to the hospital."
"Leave my girlfriend alone, you punk ass. SHE DESERVED IT! SHE WENT OUT WITH HER FRIENDS AND DIDN'T MESSAGE ME FOR HALF AN HOUR! IS THAT HOW YOU TREAT YOUR GUY, LITTLE MISS PERFECT? FUCK YOU!"
He wanted to punch her again but I didn't let him. What the fuck was his problem? He really needs to sort it out in his head. I'd do that but there's really no time. The girl is passing out in my hands.
"I WILL KILL YOU FOR TOUCHING MY GIRL, UNDERSTOOD?! KILL YOURSELF! YOU CAME HERE LIKE SOME KIND OF A HERO WHEN YOU'RE NOT! I'M HER HERO, YOU ASSHOLE!", he shouted without stopping.
"IF YOU'D BE A HERO YOU WOULDN'T HIT HER, YOU MORON! But I don't have time for you, she needs emergency immediately."
I carried her into my car, the guy still screaming some bad words behind me but I didn't really care. She needed saving.
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