"Jen, come off there, please, we can talk this through, right?" My boyfriend of two years begged me.
I sat on the fire escape, of the apartment we shared together, with red rims around my eyes. I'd been crying for about two hours now, I guessed, that's how long it took for Michael to sober up.
"Please, Jenny. Baby," He whispered, getting closer to me.
"Leave me alone."
"Just one more chance, please, Jenny, please?" Michael's hand touches my shoulder, soft at first then harder.
"Don't. Touch. Me. Again," I say through gritted teeth.
"Fine," He smacks the back of my head, making me fall off the edge of the fire escape, and tumbling onto the roof.
I scream, but no one seems to hear a thing, and I free fall, finally falling off the roof. I land on the closest balcony, which is about seven feet below, and immediately hold my shoulder. I can tell that I have a few broken bones, and my head hurts like crazy, so I assume a concussion.
"Jen! Jenny! Jennifer! Are you hurt badly? Are you okay?" I hear Michael shout from above me.
A sliding glass door opens beside me, and a tall, lanky figure, rushes to my side. His soft hands run over my cuts and bruises.
"Are you okay? What happened to you? What's your name?" A soft, shy, but deep voice asks me.
I'm almost unconscious so, instead of answering, I groan in pain and my head lolls back, my eyes going back into my head.
"Oh my-Lindsey! Come out here!" The man calls out.
I slip in and out of consciousness until they call the ambulance, and I get rushed to the hospital. I'm checked for concussions, broken bones and amnesia. Amnesia is a no, so they ask me what happened.
Doctors crowd me, and I explain in as good of detail as I can, of that I have an abusive boyfriend and he pushed me off the roof. They nod and take down notes, then tell me to get some rest. But before I can drift off, a tall man walks in.
Dark bed head hair stuck up everywhere around his head, chocolate brown eyes framed by long lashes and a bit of stubble on his chin, feature the attractive male in front of my eyes.
"Hello, Jennifer, is it?" He quietly tried to make small talk with me.
Was this the man that saved my life?
"Hi. Yeah, I'm Jennifer Casey. Who're you?"
"Adam Young, I, uh, called the ambulance when you fell off the roof onto my balcony. That was a pretty strange thing to do, by the way," He laughed at his own joke, and once he saw I wasn't laughing along, stopped.
"Do you have any idea, why I fell?" I snapped at Adam.
He flinched, "No. They won't tell me anything. Do you have anyone you were living with, by chance?"
"Boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. And he pushed me. I didn't fall, I was pushed," I crossed my arms, even that slightest movement made my head ache.
"Oh. Well they did take someone to jail, maybe that was him?" Adam sat beside me.
I gave him a disgusted look, why was he sitting here? Couldn't he take a hint that I wanted to be left alone?
"Would you like to be alone? I'm sorry.." He went to get out of the chair.
Why am I being such a bitch? This man saved my life, and all I've been is ungrateful to him.
"No. No, stay. I think the doctors said I could leave today, anyway, seeing as I only have a broken arm, sprained ankle, and concussion," I counted oops my fingers all the injuries Michael caused me.
"Okay, would you be totally weirded out if I asked you if you wanna grab some dinner? I'm starved. Totally as friends, too," Adam shoved his hands into his dark skinny jean pockets.
"I would not be weirded out, in fact, I'd be delighted," I grinned at him, and once he smiled back, I could tell he was a ten.
With the dark hair paired with mysterious brown eyes, and his tall but muscular figure, he must've been one to get all the girls. Which would explain the girl walking in right about now, kissing his soft looking, pink lips. She was short, with jet black hair, eyes the color of fresh cut grass, multiple piercings and tattoos.
"Jenny, I'd like you to meet Lindsey, my girlfriend," Adam wrapped his arm around the Lindsey's waist.
"Hello there!" She was a perky one.
After we met, a few doctors came in giving me forms to fill out and helping me get out of bed to leave. I had a small splint on my left ankle and a purple cast on my right arm.
Adam pulled up his black car to the front of the hospital, and Lindsey helped me into the back, then jumped into the front beside Adam.
I braced myself for a very awkward dinner with an equally awkward couple. But, then I realized, I liked it.
*I decided to make another fan fic! Like it? Then comment, read and vote! Thank you.*
