I pulled up into Hunter's driveway and rang the doorbell. After waiting about 30 seconds and no one responded, I rang it again. Again no one answered. I peaked through the door window and as far as I could tell there was no lights on in the house. Annoyed, I pulled out my phone to text Hunter.
Hey, where are you? I'm at your house.
After another minute or so he responded.
Oh sorry. I'm running late. See you soon.
Okay. See you soon.
After another five minutes I was getting impatient. I waited in my car listening to music. After waiting 10 minutes I decided I didn't have time for this.
I guess you can't hang out right now see you tomorrow at school.
I closed my phone and started driving away. I at least expected him to respond but he didn't. I texted him again asking him if he was there. After him not responding for another 10 minutes I decided to call him. As soon as I got to the phone I noticed that I had a voicemail from Hunter. I opened it up to see what he sent me.
The voicemail started playing. "Hey Cora. Sorry I'm running late, I had a little surprise. Anyway you didn't answer the phone so-" There was a breaking up sound. "Give me your money or I'll shoot you." The voice was low. And then there was a gunshot sound and then silence. Panic overwhelmed me. What was happening? Did that person shoot Hunter. If I could find just find him... Then it occurred to me. My dad's a detective so he's taught me to track down someone by their phone. I quickly started working. It took about five long minutes. He was about ten minutes away and I drove as fast as was legal. I halted the breaks once I got to the destination and opened the car door.
I heard someone groan. A very weak groan. I rushed over to the person. His hair was everywhere in his face. He had a part of his sleeve ripped off and I could see cuts everywhere up his arm. I didn't recognize him. He had long dirty blonde hair. He lifted his head to face me but cried in pain in the process.
"Let me get you to a hospital." I said to the stranger.
"Please." Was his only response. I wanted to ask him what happened but I thought that was rude. I dialed in the numbers: 911
"Hello, what's your emergency?"
"There's a man on the street. He's beat up. He needs to get to a hospital immediately."
I closed my phone and stood by the guys side. I could hear his heavy breathing slightly breaking the silence. When I finally heard the ambulance and saw the lights they rushed to our side. They gaped at the man.
"He has a bullet wound. Hurry lift him onto the stretcher." How had I not noticed him bleeding out? He must have been covering it with his jacket.
"Ma'am would you like to ride to the hospital with him in the ambulance?"
"Oh no. I will drive there. What hospital are you going to?"
"Riverside clinic."
"Okay, thank you."
She nodded and closed the doors of the car and they drove away. And then it finally dawned on me. Where was Hunter?
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My Hometown
Подростковая литератураCora Lowell was born in Colorado Springs. After traveling across the United States for most of her life she finally returns home. Well that's what her parents called it. She had only lived there for three years. She didn't have any friends she c...
