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I cut the engine to my car and stepped out with tears running down my face. I got myself ina fucked up predicament and I could barely leaving without getting fucked up by who I thought was my friend.
I struggled to walk straight up to the black door. Once I did, I leaned against it and knocked continuously on it. The door opened and there stood Misha in a sports bra and sweat pants. She took one glimpse at me face and her fist clenched. I fell into her arms sobbing.
Me: Mi-M-I-Coul-
She cut me off by shushing me. She picked me up and closed the door with her foot. She brought me into the living room and laid me on the couch. She was about to leave but I grabbed onto her arm.
Me: S-Stay.
Misha: Your leaking. You need to be cleaned up.
I weakly nodded and she walked off. She came back with her first aid kit and some gloves with a small plastic cup.
See, what I dont understand about Misha is that she's real smart in the medical field but she decides to be out in the streets instead.
She held the cup on to my mouth.
Misha: Spit.
I did as she said and spit out the blood that was in my mouth. She slipped on the gloves and opened a alcohol wipe. She wiped my cuts and I hissed while jumping and squeezing her wrist.
Misha: Sorry.
She finished with the left side and looked at it.
Misha: Your gonna need stitches.
I nodded and she began to stitch uo my cheek.
Misha: What happened.
Me: S-Someone who I th-thought was my f-friend.
Misha: Who?
I closed my eyes as she cut the thread. I turned my face to the otherside and she began to clean that side up since there was dry and still wet blood on it. Luckily for that side I didn't need any stitches. I just had a few cuts and bruises.
Misha: Was it just the face?
I nodded and she took off her gloves.
Misha: I'll be back.
She walked off and I laid back trying to block out what happened in the last few hours.
Misha: Here.
I looked up to see her holding out two pills and a glass of water. I gratefully took the pain medicine as Misha sat at the other end of the couch.
Misha: I want to know what happened. No left out details. Everything.
