Mousy

2 Jared Chavez

"Don't you think it's been a while since I last saw all of you?"

I hear in the distance and stop in my tracks. Seconds after a scream followed. It doesn't take a genius to say something fishy is going down.

So like the heroic idiot I am, I start walking towards the noise. It's dark out since it's nine but the moon and the streetlights give off some light. Not a lot, but enough.

I slow down and come to a stop when I see people. There's a man and a woman. I can't make out their faces which sucks, but I'm going to guess and say that the man is a pig. He has the body of one that's for sure. I can see the sweat stains and the soon to be beer belly.

He (the man) kneels down and I pick up my pace. The woman is kicking whatever it is. Am I about to witness a murder? My mom is going to kill me and then I'll be dead too.

"Hey assholes I see what you're doing fuck off I called the police!" I yell and watch them stop. Yeah that's right I'm the boss here.

"They're coming!"

I'm running there now (so so close) and I can make out a girl laying on the ground bleeding. The man gets up and starts running away with the woman.

Holy fucking shit.

I bet she would be pretty if she wasn't fucking covered in dirt, blood and bruises. Her bottoms are down but her underwear is still mostly on. They are only pulled down a little.

Scratches covered her stomach. Looks like someone had fun clawing her. I swallow the bile rising up and kneel down to pick her up.

When I did get her in my arms, she closed her eyes tighter wincing. What did she do to deserve this? It looks like she's wearing pajamas (which are now dirty and covered in blood) and no shoes. Her body is skinny, really skinny. I mean you can see her hipbones, knees, and some ribs sticking out.

Her brown hair was matted down with sweat, eyes closed and her light pink lips cracked. There's a huge gash on her thigh that's still bleeding. Small cuts and bruises are forming and it makes me sick.

It's different I guess when you aren't the one creating them. Not that I've ever almost sexual assaulted someone, I would never do that, but I've beaten people to a pulp. I don't show mercy when they've messed with something in my life.

Either my friends or my family. You fuck with them I'll make you wholeheartedly regret it.

Time to face the witch's wrath. She's not always bad but when I do something she doesn't like, she blows up.

I pull out my phone and press in the numbers.

"Hey mom, can you do me a huge favor? Well it isn't for me necessarily," I ask my mom when she picked up the call.

"What did you do Jared? I'm already driving home," she says sighing. Must've been a long day. It's going to get longer though.

"I didn't do anything bad I swear. I'm doing a good deed actually. It's a really long story I'll just meet you at the house."

"I'll be the judge of that, boy. See you there."

And with that she hung up and I start jogging with the girl still in my arms.

I get to my house and see my mom already there. Rushing in, I lay the girl on the couch as I yell for my mom.

"I was just in the kitchen chill. What's the probl- what the fuck!" my mom practically runs over and starts doing her doctor duties. Worry and confusion all over her features.

"Is she going to be okay?"

She doesn't respond for a few minutes. She inspects the girl lifting up her shirt a little and frowning at what she saw (the scratches and the bruises).

Her fingers traveled down to the big cut and her frown deepened.

"She may have fractured two or three ribs. I can't tell until she wakes up though. Her hand is broken I know that for sure and I'll need to put it in a cast. The cut on her leg isn't too deep or long which is good. It's going to need to be stitched up and wrapped though so she won't pick at it when she's sleeping. I'll check up on her more when she's awake and can talk.

"Now get me my first aid kit. The special one in the bedroom. While I'm fixing her up, you are going to start talking," she states not taking her eyes off the girl. Almost as if she's afraid of her disappearing.