I stopped at a stop sign in my car and pushed my glasses up my nose. I continued driving down the dark and stormy street. I could hardly see anything and when something ran out in front of me I couldn't believe my eyes.
There was a flash of tan skin then a thump sound and a terrible squeal from my brakes. My face contorted in worry and I threw the car in park and got out. When I got around to the front I was relieved to not see blood over everything, but I quickly turned away when I realized I had hit a naked man with my car. I took off my glasses and thought of what to do.
Shit, Ali. How do you keep getting yourself in these situations? I wiped the rain off my glasses, onto my hoodie and turned back to the man. I avoided looking at certain parts of him and looked at his face. I instantly recognized him, but I wiped my glasses again to be sure.
Holy fuck, I hit Jake Connors with my car! I ran a hand through my wet curly hair and realized I should check for a pulse. My trembling fingers reached for his neck, I held my breath and waited for a pulse. I felt a flutter and sagged onto the pavement in relief. Suddenly his eyelids fluttered and he said, "Are you an angel?" I nearly had a panick attack and almost smacked him in the face. "No, I'm not an angel." He raised a hand to his head and tried to lift his head up, but his eyes fluttered again and he laid back down. I turned his head to the side and and noticed a large bump. I quickly looked down his body and didn't see any other noticable injuries besides some scrapes.
"Hey." I said and snapped my fingers in front of his face. His eyes opened again and he smiled a goofy smile at me. "You have to help me get you into the car you're to big for me." I reached under his arm to pull him up and then he said, "Yeah, I am." I stopped trying to get him up and glared at him. At least he's not dead, I thought.
I placed an arm under him again and dragged him to his knees, but then he lost his balance and fell on me. I struggled with him until I managed to drag him to the passenger side and stuff him into my car. I closed the door and ran to my side of the car. I looked over at him before I started driving and he smiled at me again. This time I hunched over the wheel and kept my eyes peeled.
I reached my house in five minutes and pulled into the garage and shut the door. I hurried into the house and ran to my father's room. I pounded on his door until it opened, revealing my very pissed off father. "What the hell do you want?" I shrunk up. "...I hit-" My father didn't let me finish and yelled, "I swear if you hit another raccoon and want me to fix it..." I straightened back up. "No, I really need help. Please..." My dad took another look at my face. "Fine." He said and grabbed his bag off the floor.
I hurried back down to the garage and opened the car door. My father followed close behind and gasped when I opened the door. "Holy shit, you actually hit someone? Where the hell are his clothes?" I grabbed a blanket from the laundry and handed it to my dad. "I don't know what happened, I was driving in the rain and he ran in front of my car. He wasn't wearing any clothes and he has a really bad bump on his head."
I started chewing on my nails while my father checked him out. My father finally turned to me and asked me to help move him to the couch. My father wrapped the blanket securely around Jake's waist and went to get an ice pack. He placed it on the back of Jake's head. "He'll be fine." My dad turned to me. "What? Doesn't he have a concussion or something?"
My dad sighed and started walking up the stairs. " He's drunk. I can smell the alcohol on him. Suprised you didn't realize that, since he was running down the street naked at one in the morning." I sighed and realized that I probably hadn't hit him as hard as I thought I had. My dad paused on the stairs, "Leave him, he'll be fine. Take him home in the morning." I finally relaxed completely for the first time in half an hour. I took another look at Jake and went up the stairs to bed.
