"I like it when you smile, but love when I'm the reason, get your cute butt over here and hug me."
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Isaac Dean Vico.
I could feel her soft fingers caress my bruises with what felt like oil. I started to get sober but still felt a bit funny. What was that girl doing here? I didn't care any longer, since I didn't mind at all.
I remembered that I had gotten drunk and got into a fight, anything to forget the pain of losing mother and then having someone scold at me. I also noticed that it was the girl than threw trash at me, but sadly I didn't know her name. I examined her face, her pink lips were in a straight line and her eye brows curved a bit; she looked serious and in concentration. She started to lift her fingers up to grab something, and I started to feel cold. I wanted them back on me, whatever she did helped me feel less pain.
She started cleaning up my bruises on my knuckles and held what felt like a bottle of Acids on them, she then careful cleaned my knuckles and it started to burn. After that , she had slowly yet securedly put bandages on them and she looked up at me. She look at my face and started to clean the cut Mark on my cheeks, after that she put a bandaid on it. I started to feel much better and I wasn't bleeding any longer, yet her facial expression didn't changed. Serious and concentrated as ever, after awhile even slightly upset.
"Thank you. . ." I trailed off wanting to know her name. "Nicole, Nicole Ganielle." She said with a sigh. I loved it, her name I just fucking loved it. "Could you explain why you're in my house and nursing me after scolding me? Cause I have no clue. . ." I confessed with a small smile playing on my lips, she didn't return my smile and instead breathed out.
"You, your crètin! Made Adrianna and Val worried all day long. Why the heck did you not answer your messages for? They were not important enough? Goosh! I can't believe that you then decided to show up looking like you've had someone beat the shit out off you, plus drunk, stumbling in the middle of the road! What if you died out of severe bleeding if I hadn't seen you! Then you actually dared to reject my help?. . . I had to take care of your bleeding stupid bruises and that was no where near fun!" She exclaimed without hiding her irritation. She looked like she had been keeping it all in. She heavily puffed trying to control her breathing. I was beyond shocked.
Was she seriously scolding me? And crètin? Did she call me an idiot in French? I regained my posture."Easy there feisty, you don't even know what happened and I never actually told you to help me."She gave me a theartening glare , daring me to talk back again. "You have no say in this. You lost that right the minute I had to take care of your bruises." Actually her strict tone scared me, I wasn't expecting it to come out of a sweet face like hers. I wanted to say something but stopped myself, I figured she wanted to let out her anger. Tho I had no clue why she was angry. . . It has actually been awhile, having someone scold at me and it was a girl I just met.
She calmed down after awhile, "I'm sorry for screaming at you. But I hate when I see bruises and even more when I see people making other people worry without caring about them." She explained still showing the she was determined that I deserved the scolding.
"Adrianna and Valentine you say" I knew they would be worried but just wanted Nicole to tell me More, to talk more. I felt a bit sorry, which girl would love to see bruises? So the least I could do is to let her take it out." Yes, you should have seen them when we were eating lunch. The rest got concerned too. . . But you wouldn't answer your phone." She explained, still a bit heated.
"The rest, do you happen to be one of them?" I asked genuinely curious. She looked at me with emotions I couldn't figure out. "That you don't deserve to know." Daamn, this girl won't let me off that easily, but something told me that it made me more intrigued.
