The Fighter

Chapter Nine

Several hours later....

I have to stop making put stops every time I pass a fast food place or something. I could've been to Dean's cabin by now but, 1: I got lost and 2: I kept making stops. I either had to pee or I wanted food. Carlos didn't call me yet so I'm guessing he didn't notice that I was gone. Mikey tried to call me but ignored it and started singing to 'often' by The Weeknd.

I hear like a squeak coming from the backseat as the song changes to a different one. I look in my rearview but there's no one. I pull over, thinking that it's one of my tires or something. I grab my knife and get out of the car. I open my trunk and I see a small girl laying in there. She's crying and clutching her stomach. How the fuck did she get in my car? How long was she in there for? Where did she come from? I stand there, holding my trunk door open and starring at the frightened girl in front of me. She's softly crying and looks at me terrified.

"How did you get in my trunk?" I ask as I hold out my hand for her to grab. She flinches and squeezes her eyes shut. Did she think I was going to hit her? I would never do anything like that to a girl. Seriously, this kid looks at least 10.

"I'm going to hit you. I want to help you out of my trunk." I say as I hold out my hand again. She slowly opens her eyes and I can see fear, sadness in them. I almost pity her but then I remembered she's in my trunk and I have no clue of how she got in there.

The girl reaches for my hand but winces as it leaves her lower stomach. I furrow my eyebrows and try to see what hurts. But I don't see anything. I sigh and look around. I took a back road to there's very little houses and very little traffic. Right now, I'm pulled over in front of a corn field. I had to stay away from the fast food and such. Plus I think it would be a faster way, but things keep stalling me.

"What hurts?" I ask. The girl look up and me and motions towards her stomach. Well I could've told her that. Fresh tears stream down her cheeks and i let go of the trunk door and pick her up. I lay her down on the grass to the side and I grab my backpack. I sit beside her and try to move her hand but she won't budge.

"I have to see what's wrong." I tell her. She loosens her grip and starts coughing. Before I know it she pukes, just missing my bag. I quickly toss my bag away from it. I noticed that she didn't vomit food, she vomited blood. Right away I knew something was wrong. I turn her on her back and forcefully move her arms from her stomach. I lift her shirt and there's a huge bubbles on her lower stomach. She's internally bleeding.

I look at her and watch as she winces and squirms underneath my grip.

"This is going to hurt." I say as I open my pocket knife and slice the bubble vertically. She screams in pain and I quickly cover mouth and watch as the blood squirts out of her and the bubbles shrinks.

I hold her mouth and her loud screams are mumbled. I look at the squirting blood disgusted. I have to stop it before she bleeds out. I don't want to kill her. I grab my socks from my bag and stuff them in her mouth. I sit on top of her so she wouldn't try to run away. I rip off my sleeve and use that to wipe off the blood. But there's to much. I could almost feel her loosing conscious. It's not squirting anymore, it's just leaking out. I wipe it off as best as I possibly could and I grab the rubbing alcohol from my bag. I look up at her and give her a sorry look before pouring it onto the wound. She screams out in pain and squirms underneath me.

"I'm so sorry." I say as I clear up the blood. I grab a sewing needle and thread from my first aid kit and begin to sew her skin back together. She needs a hospital before I go anywhere else. Hopefully Carlos didn't get to Dean's cabin before I did. The sun is just going down and I know that he's getting ready.

This girls life needs to be saved first though. I just can't leave her. I finish the sewing and tie the knot before tossing everything into my bag and wiping my knife on my pants. I close it and put it back into the side pocket. I throw my bag in the backseat and put the girl in the passenger seat. I really hope the blood won't stain on my leather seats because that will suck.

I drive as fast as the car could go all the way back to town. To the hospital we go.