Biography of Heartbreaks

Chapter 9 | Curiosity Almost Killed The Cat

This chapter is dedicated to @defend. I really loved your book (Door to Door) it's perky and sweet :)

Chapter 9 { Curiosity Almost Killed The Cat }

I could see scatters of previous events flashing cross my mind. At that moment, I really thought we were going to crash.

But, of course, we didn't. Thank God.

The car swerve in an immediately halt, sending the seat belt to pull back. I held onto the armchair tightly, a rush of reprieve approaches me.

"Are you okay- did you get hurt?" Elliot said, worry shone in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," I breathed, barely audible. "What about you?"

He let out of sigh of relief. "I'm fine, I just thought you go hurt or something. It'd be totally my fault."

"But I'm not," I stated. "I'm perfect, see? No bruises or anything."

"Yeah. Yeah that's good then."

"Are you okay," I spoke, emphasizing 'you' more than the rest.

He nods.

"You looks kind of shaky," I conceded. "No head injuries?"

"Dude,'' he frowns. "We almost died, what do you think."

"Right."

I unbuckled the seatbelt, the leash retreated back into the chair. The impact from before, left a slight bruising to my left shoulder. I shrugged off the tiny sharp pain inflected in that area and hoped that Elliot wouldn't notice.

"I think I should get out," I broke out. "You know, check on what we just 'almost' hit."

"Um, I don't think so," he said, furrowing his brows. "Let's just leave."

"But I'm positive we've just struck something living." I replied, a bit too enthusiastically.

"What if it was, like, some sort of vampire." He implied.

I opened up the door and stepped out. "You've been watching too much cartoon, Elliot."

I can faintly hear him tried to call me back in. "No, you're being stupid."

There he goes, calling me stupid. I know he doesn't mean it, well, I don't know actually. But it's rude, and it seems every time he says it, I believe it. I know I'm not stupid, but if a person repeated, say, the same thing to you all the time, you tend to believe them for a bit.

I walked closer to the stilled object, laying on the street. It's grey body lied still in the frosty air; inanimate. The feline had speckles of dust on his fur, probably from the ongoing days of street life. It struggles to get up, but his hind leg is bleeding; helplessly injured. I reached over to lightly touch the wounded area. It flinched, a sign that showed it was unable to walk. I withdraw my fingers away, guilt beginning to take in.

"What is that," Elliot questioned.

I was slightly taken back of how Elliot approached me without making a noise. "It's a cat, he's hurt."

"He?"

"Well I don't know, I just assumed."

He stares intensively at the cat. "What do we do now?"

"I'm not leaving him behind," I said, picking up the fragile creature. "Let's get back."

"Whoa, where are you taking that?" Elliot asks.

"Back home," I said. "It's going to die if we just leave it here."

Elliot stood still, hesitant at first. Instead of saying anything, he just took out his car keys to unlock the doors.