My Lullaby

Chapter Two

Updated 9/23/2012

My Lullaby: Chapter Two

Amelia slowly stepped forward her bare feet being tender to the messing floor as she moved closer to the stranger that had apparently busted down her window. When she crouched down, she saw that the stranger was a man. No... he was too young to be a man yet. He seemed to be her age maybe a little older maybe by a year. But as she looked she saw the glistening of more than just glass. She quickly turned on the lights along with grabbing one of her brother’s baseball bats just in case the guy tried to escape. No way in hell was she going to take the blame for the broken window. Her step-father probably won’t even believe her if she told him what happened without the guy being there as the intruder.

The guy seemed to stir when the lights turned on and she couldn't help but mutter things of unfortunate events always happening to her. She crouches down again looking the guy over. He was dressed in tattered clothing that was ripped and faded as if he'd worn them for some time. It smelled like it too and she wrinkled her nose as she glanced at the little wounds itched onto his flesh. But those weren't too bad, the ones that bothered her most was the big gushing wound bleeding on the back of his shoulder and the side of his forehead. She frowned as she reached out to gently try to roll him over, but when her hand was an inch away from touching him he jumped to life. His hands jumped out squeezing her wrists and she froze as he looked at her scared and fevered. His eyes were dark and they went big before closing slowly and he passed out unconscious again. His hands loosed and slipped away from her wrist. She waited a moment before taking a big breathe, trying to calm her racing heart. "Geez, for such a wounded guy you can still hurt someone...” she muttered as she rubbed her wrist. She reached out again and tried to roll him over with success. Nothing happened this time besides his brows frowning as he was put on his shoulder. Amelia examined his front finding another gush on his stomach the shirt torn as blood oozed out slowly. She grimaced at the sight before thinking on what to do.

Her mind told her to call the police, charge for the window, but she felt like he'd run here for a reason. She glanced at the male infront of her laying limp on her floor before mumbling, “You’re going to get me in so much trouble. Do you know that?" she bicker her arms under the guy's arm pits lifting him up as much as she could. She moved slowly toward the spiral staircase dragging him up them before accidently dropping him at the top. He groaned out but didn't wake up and she hurriedly apologized to the other mumbled, “you way twice as me so give me a break...mummy" he looked like one. He was too pale to even look remotely healthy.

She finally got him to her room gently dropping him on a towel she placed in the middle of the room. She then hurriedly ran down stairs looking out the open window ingot he darkness getting a sudden chill. She grabbed the baseball bat after cleaning the floor of the glass particles and the bloody mess. When she got back into her room she had the baseball bat and towels along with the first aid kit. She set the items down next to the guy sitting down next to him. She glanced at the guy realizing she was going to have to strip him of his shirt. She blushed as she bit her lip and pulled the shirt up and off the bloody body. She put the shirt on the guy’s legs not wanting to get anything else dirty.

She glanced down shivering at the smooth muscled bare chest. She shook her head of any dirty thoughts before quickly cleaning the wound on his stomach. She then cleaned his forehead before pulling him up to cleaning the back off his shoulder. She laid him back down before bandaging him up and cleaning up everything and putting the first aid kit away along with throwing away the dirty bloody towels. She then remembered she was going to have to come with a story about the window. She frowned. More trouble for her again.

When she got back into her room she wondered where to put the guy. He couldn't stay in her room, he'll be found out and that wouldn't be a good idea. She glanced at her walk in closet checked out the length before moving him in there. She felt a little bad for hiding an unconscious wounded stranger in her closet, but what was she supposed to do? He broke her house's window and passed out. Man if he was a thief he was horrible at it but she don't with the wounds he had that he was a thief. She closed her closet doors and thought once again. What if he tried to escape and encountered her parents or actually stole something. She signed as she got some rope and tied the guy’s hands together along with his feet before locking her closet with a key. She yawned, her dog creeping into her room sniffing and going to her closet where it stood and snarled. Amelia smiled and picked up Belle, "I don't trust him either Bells." she told her furry pet getting into her bed anxious of her parents coming home.