Ugh,work was so exhausting. I thought to myself as my engine roared down the somewhat busy road.Over looking my windshield,I spotted traffic.Shaking my head no,I turned into a nearby neighbourhood which I knew very well.I grew up there after all.
The streets haven't changed.The occasional different colour garages and doors were new,but overall everything looked the same ole same ole.No kids laughter could be heard,well no shit Rita,its 11pm on a Friday.I got slapped mentally.The only sight of humans were the ones who stood outside their homes & the ones who were smoking their lighted cigars,outside of their homes.
"Open road" I smiled as I finally met a street with no cars in the way blocking my freedom,I sped up to 65km.
"What the hell" I whispered as I squinted my eyes at what my headlights had detected.
I pressed my foot onto the brakes as hard as I can,gasping as I didn't see the boy-wait no teenager,who was standing in front of my vesicle.
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"Will he be alright?" I sat beside him in the buzzing ambulance staring at him hard,with worry and guilt.
"Whats his name?"
".. I .. I don't know.. I jus-t knocked him down"
"How old is he?"
"How do you expect me to know? Will be be alright?! Please tell me he'll be alright"
"Calm down miss,he'll be fine.His breathing is unstable right now,but he'll be fine when the doctors take care of him.We'll be at the hospital in 5"
"Thank you" I whispered,reaching out to hold the strangers cold hand. His fingers twitched,showing me a sign that hes alright. I half heartily smiled
Everything will be ok. Everything will be ok. I kept repeating this in my head,assuring myself that everything will definitely be ok.But in the pit of my stomach,I knew things weren't...
I heard something drop,I look frantically around me,looking to find out what it was.I stared down where my feet were; a black leather wallet... This obviously can't be mine,maybe its his? I opened it,hoping it'll give us a clue of who this guy could actually be.
I searched around the leather pockets,"Bankcard,no" I fumbled through the compartments,"Money,No" I kept looking until I found something.I gasped,finally something...His drivers license. I turned it around to reveal his face,studying the name,I read aloud;
"Zayn Jawaad Malik"
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Recovery (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)
Teen FictionRita Edwards had knocked over a male after speeding in one of her former neighbourhoods. Little did she know,he was saving a little life of a kitty,sweet huh? Whatta rebel. She didn't know exactly who the victim was,but she held his hand all the way...
