Out Of Control

IIChpt.4II

It was the next day after the party. Overall the party wasn't that bad. I had talked to Grant a bit, and I wished my baby sister 'Happy Birthday' (which she didn't deserve in my opinion).

It was soon to be the end of the summer and less and less people were going out. My parents were going to be coming home for a bit to give us money for school supplies, but then they were going to leave again to go on another trip for work. They've left so much that I haven't really cared that much. I've been practically alone since I was 14. Taking care of a 9 year old while just being 14 is a lot harder than you think. Especially since she's uses the term 'You aren't my parents!' and 'You don't get to tell me what to do!' It wasn't the easiest.

I woke up earlier than usual because I wanted to get out somewhere to walk and clear my head. I woke up at four. I changed into some short shorts and an oversized hoodie. I go grab my phone and make a note for Jen saying I'll be out for a bit. I stride out the door and start on my journey. I put my earbuds in and start walking. At this time of the day, everything looks beautiful because everything is either coming out or going back into hiding. The owl's are getting ready for sleep, while squirrels are starting off their day.

I'm so zoned out in the music, that I didn't realize that I'm in the sketchy part of town. I've been here a few times but it's not my ideal place to go because of the crime rate. I turn on my location on my phone just in case anything happens to me, and I go back to walking.

Oh fuck.

 I swear I heard a bark. It wasn't a wimpy bark either. I'm THE perfect target for a dog to come get me right now. I look over at the street and see what looks like a pit bull, boxer mix. Perfect! Just Perfect. Just what I'm looking for. I have no idea what to do with these types of situations. I start walking the other way back to my house just praying that the dog is either friendly or walking the other way. As I'm walking towards the house, I trip over my feet and I fall into someone. I don't pay as much attention to the person I fell into and I look over at the dog.

The boxer mix is growling and sprinting towards us.

"Run!" I hear the guy I ran into say and I listen.

I start running and as I think that the dog is going towards the man, he locks eyes with me and that doesn't help my fear. I shriek and start sprinting as fast as possible. Of course I'm not very fit and the dog catches up, and I feel his teeth sink into my leg.

"Ahhhhh!" I scream as I fall and as I'm falling I see flesh of my leg on the ground with blood everywhere. I begin kicking as hard as possible with my other leg at the dog's head, screaming. I begin losing consciousness and I stop kicking as hard. 

"Lark?" I realize that he was the man I ran into. 

Lark runs over, kicks the dog hard, and whimpers and runs away. Lark picks me and and says, "Shit, that's bad."

"Well nooooo. I didn't know that." I laugh hysterically. "You know, you're really cute." I say as I poke his cheek as he pulls out his phone and dials 911.

He looks at me in the eyes with a sparkle and says, "You're very adorable, but we need to get you to the hospital, okay?"

"Okay, but you're still cute." I say as I peck him on the cheek and his cheeks turn a bit red and he turns his head the opposite way.

I don't pay attention to what he's saying on the phone with the the 911 operator and I look around. I take out my phone out of my back pocket, and I realize my jeans are covered in blood. Reality is starting to take in and I look at my leg. My leg has large pieces missing and a lot of blood is gone.

"Oh my, God!" I scream as I realize how bad it is.

"Hold on. One of the doctors said to wrap this." Lark says as he sets me down, and I can see the fear in his eyes.

He takes off his shirt and he wraps my leg, "AHHH- FUCK!" I scream as he's wrapping my leg hard.

"I know, I know.'' He says as he rips his shirt a bit more to go around my leg. 

"It's not together enough, here." and I took off my hoodie, leaving me in just my sports bra. 

"Take this, it will hold everything together better." I say and give him the hoodie.

He stares at my body, marveling and he mumbles something under his breath, that I don't understand.

"Just a little longer, and they'll be here to help you." he says.

"I don't care what you say, but it won't make it better." I say to him.

"What about what I do." He says and kisses me, and I'm still in shock and I kiss him back. He pulls back and scratches the back of his neck and looks down.

"You kno-" He's about to say something, but an ambulance comes around the corner towards us.

"Yes!" I scream and Lark picks me up as they stop near us. The doors open, and a woman comes out with a gurney and they set me on it and pull me back in.

"Sir are you the girl's family? If you aren't, then may I ask you to leave." The woman says.

"Well-" He says rudely, but I inturupted him.

"Yes, he is. Let him on." I say to the girl because I know he wouldn't take it easy.

The women starts asking me questions like 'what's my name' and 'what happened'

There's a man in the back of the ambulance and he hooks me up to a bunch of wires. The woman gives me an iv of morphine and the pain starts to die down. The man starts packing my leg and wrapping it with tape. Lark stays pretty quiet and doesn't look at me, but I don't comment on it.

In around 5 minutes, we arrive at the hospital. They open the doors and they pull me out and rush me into the er.

The paramedic is talking to the doctors things that I don't understand.

"This needs an O.R. Better start praying to be able to salvage this." Says the woman.

"Mam, we're going to have to take you to surgery. Your leg has dealt some serious damage. Sir, you're going to have to wait in the waiting room. It shouldn't take more than an hour." The surgeon tells us.

Lark walks away from me tugging at his hair, and screaming, "Fuck!" and kicks the hospital walls.

"Lark!" I yell towards him as he punches and kicks things around the ground. I heard a crack as I hear bones break inside his hand as he punches harder and harder, and he doesn't stop. I try to get up as they're moving me on the gurney, "Mam, you can't get off!" one of the women told me, but I kept going.

"He's going to kill himself if he does this any longer!" I yell back at her.

Lark looks back at me yelling at the women while getting up, and runs over to me with blood running down his hands and arms, "Stop, Thalia! I'll be fine. Go. Take her." He says and the people nod at him.

They rush me away and the last thing I see a tear go down his cheek, his jaw locked, and looking down as a doctor comes to attend to his broken bones.