Plasters And Bandages (COMPLETED ✔️)

Chapter Three

Beck's POV

I was sitting next to her in hospital. I called the ambulance after she passed out and when we got there they told me she had a broken rib. I should have known something was wrong when I turned up at her door and she had a busted lip. Her ocean blue eyes were filled with sadness.

I was looking at her lying there quietly and holding her hand.

She was so beautiful, her jet black hair made her eyes stand out against her fair skin.

I just met her but I felt the overwhelming urge to protect her and I want to know why she had a broken rib and why her lip was split.

I looked closely at her and she even had the beginning of a black eye, I was going to find out who did this to her.

I sat there for hours, racking my brain as to what happened to her.

Maybe she fell down the stairs and no body had anything to do with this.

No.

Maybe she got mugged or something.

No.

Someone did this to her in her own house, I'm sure of it.

She didn't wake up and the hospital told me because I wasn't family I had to leave, no family came for her, no parents or siblings or anything.

I sighed and left the hospital, I had no where to go.

I'm homeless. I have no family either.

They all died when I was young and they left me nothing because they didn't have it. I was in care until I turned 18 then I left. Nobody wanted me, I guess.

I got a job at a local Tesco but it doesn't pay enough for a house, or to pay the debts my parents left me. Just enough for food. And only basics.

I shower in the school locker rooms everyday, because I like to be clean. I don't want people to know I'm broke.

But it's ok because I have friends. I'm not popular at school and come to think of it neither is Alex. She has a group of friends but that's about it. I'm okay about that.

I stood outside, looking at the sky, filled with stars.

I noticed a park nearby and I slumped down on the bench. Bored, I sat there and decided I would go to her house and get some clothes for her. I took the keys because when she woke she would need to get back in. I was worrying about Alex lots, I was thinking of her warm smile when I drifted into sleep.

* The next morning *

I went to her house and got her some clothes, they were mostly black. I grabbed some black skinny jeans, a grey jumper that looked too big and a pair of white converse. Let me tell you myself that I don't know shit about fashion. As I was leaving, a gold necklace with a tiny "A" caught my eye and I took it with me. She might appreciate the pop of colour, or some shit like that.

When I got there she was still asleep, I let out a sigh of disappointment.

Then she opened her eyes.

"Beck..." She mumbled under her breath

"I'm here, miss me?" I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

I held her hand in mine, but she removed it.

She turned her head and I frowned.

At this moment the doctor entered.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Copeland"

"Hello, when can I leave?" Her voice trembling, on the brink in tears.

"Today hopefully, we just need to do some more tests and then your free to go"

I sat there listening intently to the conversation.

He turned to me.

"And you are?"

His tone shocked me.

Before I could say anything Alex spoke;

"He's my friend, but he was just leaving."

In attempt not to embarrass myself I stood up and told the doctor that it was true.

"I brought you some clothes Alex, I'll see you around"

I don't know why but it hurt me when she told me to leave, maybe she didn't really care like I did.

I went back to the park, it reminded me of my mother, she loved flowers. Then I found my eyes filled with tears. I waited there all day but she didn't see her leave.

I woke up on the same bench the next morning, a fiver in my hand and realised I haven't eaten anything since I was at Alex's house.

I walked to a local café and got a sandwich and a coffee. I saved the change to buy her something when she leaves.

Then I remembered I still had her keys.