The Fighter

Chapter Eleven

Jenny's POV (aka the girl)

I feel severe pain my my left leg as I open my eyes and try to see where we are. I noticed that I'm upside down, still in my seatbelt. Glass is all over the place and there's no windshield left. Tiny pieces of glass stick up and there's some stuck in both my legs and arms. A lot of blood covers my left leg and smears on my right. I lift up my shirt to see if I my stitches are still ok. Yes, they're fine.

I noticed that Ashtyn isn't in the car. Where the hell did she go? I look around but my head hurts. I hear a baby crying and another girl yelling for her father. I'm eight and I don't do that. Well I can't, considering my dad is dead. My mother, she's probably sitting at home, waiting for me to walk through the door. But I know that's not not going to happen tonight. I never saw her in two months because of my uncle Dean. I wonder why Ashtyn looked so surprised when I told her that. Didn't she know? I mean, she is really close with uncle Carlos. But I do know that uncle Carlos is really secretive and likes to keep is love ones safe. Maybe that's why he stopped visiting me.

Police sirens and ambulances pull up and right away I know I need to get out of hear. I grab Ashtyn's backpack off the ceiling from the backseat and unhook my belt. But it's jammed in. I'm stuck. I open the side pocket of the backpack and I find a pocket knife. I remember she put it in here when she cut my stomach open. I still can't believe that my uncle Dean pushed me off that cliff. Thank god that Ashtyn pulled over before I died.

I cut the seat belt and I fall head first on the ceiling of the car. I wince as a big piece of glass stabs into my arm. I call out and pull out the piece if glass fast. It bleeds pretty bad but I ignore it and I try to stand up but my leg hurts. My left leg to be exact. I wipe off the blood and I see that there's a huge gash in my leg. Going from just below my knee to the centre of my shins. It's going to leave a massive scar when it heals or when the stitches are pulled out.

I crawl towards the corn field and go far enough in so the cops won't see me nor find me. I take the backpack and open it. I see clothes and I dig through. I come across a red bag that says first aid. I smile to myself and pull it out. I grab one her shirts and stuff it in my mouth. I open the bag and grab out the rubbing alcohol. I grab the tweezers and pull out the glass pieces I see. I then use her sock to wipe off the blood. It hurts really bad but it's no longer bleeding, maybe just oozing. I bite hard on the shirt as I pour alcohol on my wound and I hold my breath and scream to myself. I wipe off the blood around it again and I grab the sewing needle and thread. I don't know how to sew but today I'm going to learn. I noticed that my bone was sticking out so I take another deep breath before using all of my strength so snap it back in.  I let out a loud scream but it's muffled by the shirt stuffed in my mouth. Hot tears stream down my face and my eyesight is to blurry to see my wound. I start sobbing as my leg starts throbbing and bleeding more.

Ashtyn's POV

I sit up when I hear a loud muffled scream. Is that kid being slaughtered? I sit up but I fall back down when I get whiplashed and pain hits me in the head, upper body and arms. I wince as I try to sit up again. I must be really light headed. I feel my head and I immediately feel the warm liquid.

Fuck, I'm bleeding. I say to myself. I hear police and ambulance sirens just a few feet away from where I am. They can't see me. If they do then it'll be to late to get my brother and Isabella. I turn on my stomach and start to drag myself further into the field. I hear multiple dogs bark and start to get closer.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm fucking dead.

I feel massive pain hit my right ankle. I cover myself and try to quiet down my scream. I hands wrap themselves around my waist and legs. Suddenly I'm lifted up into the air and thrown across the field. When I hit the ground my head hits off the dirt. Suddenly it's hard to breathe and I can't move my feet. My vision is blurry and I keep blacking out every six seconds.

"Ashtyn Cook. It's been a while." The voice says as I feel another kick to my head. The darkness takes over.