Cow Chop One-Shots Yo

Aleks & Brett // I Got You

Anon requested

one where Aleks gets jumped and they steal all his stuff so he cant call anyone and after wards he goes to Brett's house cause it was closer (can it be like a friendship thing? )

Yep!
Enjoy =)
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Aleks' P.O.V.

I was out at a bar a little too late. I didn't really recognize the area, but I thought Brett lived near by. I decided to leave the bar a little after 3 a.m. I stepped out into the brisk LA air, picking a random direction and stumbling that way.

I didn't hear the man approach me. I just felt his knife jab into my side and his arm wrap me in a headlock. I grunt at the pain. "Give me everything you got and we're done here, got it?" he demands. He is wearing gloves and a mask. I shakily reach into my pocket, pulling out my wallet. He yanks it from my hands and someone else digs in it.

"There's not a lot here, man." the other says.

The man who is holding me groans. "I just left the bar; I spent all my money." I say. He kicks my knee and I fall to the ground, grunting. Pain shoots through my leg and the arm I fell on. One reaches into my front pocket and grabs my phone, dropping it in his pocket.

Instead of leaving me alone, they take turns landing punches on my face and stomping on my ribs. As each hit lands, grunts of pain escape my lips. I feel tears burn my eyes as they keep on. I'm too drunk to even fight back. I hear a loud yell and they scurry away. I lay on the ground, wanting to catch my breath but only able to take shallow breaths.

My ribs feel broken. My arms are bloodied and scraped, as are my legs and face. I feel bruises forming on my stomach. I try my hardest to stand, but to no avail. I crawl over to the wall, using the bricks to steady myself. I slowly stand, leaning on the wall. I drag my feet up the street and walk a somewhat familiar road to Brett's house.

It seemed like agonizing hours passed as I trudged up roads and around curves, stopping in front of his house. I limp up the steps and ring the doorbell, hoping he wouldn't mind. I wait and hear footsteps approach the door, the door clicking as he unlocks it. "Aleks, what are you doing here?" Brett asks, groggily. It takes him a moment to see the blood on my face.

"Aleks, what the fuck happened?" he demands, pulling me inside.

"I'm so sorry. I-I was at a bar and I was leaving. I got jumped. I didn't know where I was, but I started walking and found your house. Please help me." I mumble. He scans my frame.

"Shower and wash all the blood off. I'll clean your clothes and get you a change of clothes. I'll take care of you; don't worry." he says, calm. He pulls me upstairs and to the bathroom. He turns to shower on and leaves me to strip.

I painfully pull my shirt off and look at the bruises and scrapes. This definitely was not good for my tattoos. I pull my pants and socks off. I sigh at the bloody image looking at me in the mirror. I walk into the shower and let the warm water rush over me, stinging everytime it hits a cut.

I wash off the blood and dirt. I turn the knobs off anf exit, drying myself off. I put boxers on and walk out of the bathroom. Brett is sitting in the kitchen with alcohol and bandages. I sit and he washes out my cuts and scrapes. I suck air in as it burns.

He wraps me up and bandages my cuts and I put a shirt and pants on. "I'm not sure about your side, but you might need stitches. We can get you to a hospital, it's not too severe." he says.

"Thank you, so much, Brett." I reply.

"Of course. You can crash here tonight. I got you."

fin.