Teen Problems(A Post-Apocalyptic Story)

New People

*Therese's P.O.V.*

My heart races as I held Franco's hand.

My shirt was now covered in blood.

Then,I heard my radio sound.

"Therese,you there?"I heard Franklin say through the radio.

I panic as I held the radio in my hand.

I gathered courage and breathed deeply.

"Help Franklin!...It's Franco..."I said.

"Wait,what happened to Franco?"he replied,sounding surprised and worried at the same time.

My heartbeat paces fast as I grip the small plastic radio.

"He...he's...he's been shot..."I say slowly.

"Wait,what?!how?!where are you?"he replied,now sounding really worried.

"We're on our way to the house,meet us there"I said,trying to stay calm.

"Alright,we'll meet you there."He said.

The car skids as we took a hard right.

The house was not very far from where the building was,so we got there in less than 20 minutes.

He parked the car outside the house and lifted Franco,bridal style.

"Where's the bedroom?"He asked me.

I led him to one of the guest rooms because I don't want Franklin's room to be dirty.

Now that I think of it.

A feeling of guilt took over me,as I wait for Franklin and Joe to come home.

*a couple of minutes later*

A car parked in front of the house.

I peeked through the window,it was Franklin and Joe.

A feeling of happiness and sadness mixed in my stomach.

I stand out the front door as he sees me.

I wait for him to explode of frustration.

"Franklin..I.. I'm so--"I got caught off.

Franklin had me in a tight hug.

I burst into tears in Franklin's arms.

"It's not you're fault,okay?"Franklin told me as he lets me go.

I wipe off the snot and tear in my face and led Franklin and Joe to Franco's room.

As we were nearing the room,we heard Franco screaming.

We rushed to the bedroom and we saw the guy was doing something to Franco.

The girl was holding Franco down while the guy had gathered some alcohol and pillowcases.

Franco had woken up and was overwhelmed by the pain he was feeling.

"What are you doing to him?!"Joe exclaimed.

The girl looked at him and said

"Just please help me hold him down"she replied.

Without a second thought Joe went to her side and held down Franco's lower body.

He was cleaning the wound,he sprinkled a considerable amount of alcohol into a clean wipe.

He wiped it on the wound,and Franco screams with pain.

Joe and the girl struggles to hold him down.

Franklin went over to help them hold him down.

I was crying as I try to help the guy treating Franco's wound.