The City Of Misfits

8

(AN~ Inside the market)

For a moment, I just stared at the door with shock written on my face. Finally, I shook it off and started to walk down to the parking lot.

The only place that I could really go was Mila's house but I didn't have my phone. Even if I found a payphone to call on, I didn't know her number by heart so I wouldn't be able to call her.

I didn't know where I was heading but my feel automatically started to walk. About ten minutes later, I found myself at '24 HOUR MART." I don't know why I headed here. A small part of me hoped that Colton was working tonight and that I would be able to talk to him even though we barely knew each other.

The store bell rang as I opened the door. Unlike the other night, there wasn't anyone in here buying last minute things. My eyes scanned the checkout but unfortunately, Colton wasn't working. In his place was a girl with short black hair. She looked up but then turned her attention back to the magazine in her hands.

Forcing myself to walk, I strolled down the aisles. I don't know why because I didn't have any money to get something. My head was pounding in the back from being slammed into the wall by my father. I didn't know what I was going to do.

Walking to Mila's house was quite a long way and I didn't have my pepper spray to defend myself. What was I going to do? My hands ran through my hair and pulled slightly in frustration. Tears were threating to fall out but I was not about to cry. I couldn't let my father get to me. I put the palms of my hands on my eyes and sighed.

"I hope you're planning on leaving a tip," someone said playfully. I turned around and to my relief, Colton was standing a few feet away. I laughed at his way of mimicking me because I had said those exact words earlier today.

Seeing his dimpled smile made the weight on my shoulders lighted. At least he could make me laugh.

Colton was holding a broom and leaned against it with a bright smile on his face. Once he saw me, his smile faltered for a second, "You look like shit."

"Thanks," sarcasm was evident in my tone, "You know exactly how to make someone feel better."

"Are you okay?" the smile dropped from his face and he seemed genuinely concerned about me. I debated on telling him about what happened.

"Rough night," I forced a pathetic smile.

He pushed his glasses on his face, "So what are you doing here? If you had a rough day then you should be at home."

I moved my eyes from his, avoiding his gaze, and didn't say anything. His eyebrows scrunched up. "Did something happen?" My head ached in the back where it hit the wall when my father pushed me.

"Yeah, I just..." I trailed off for a second, "don't want to talk about it." He nodded his head in understanding.

I put my hand on the back on my head where it was aching. My fingers touched something wet and I pulled my hands down. Blood covered my fingertips. Shit.

I hadn't even realized that the back of my head was bleeding because it happened so fast. It wasn't a lot of blood but it was still there.

Colton's light brown eyes trailed down to where my eyes were looking at my slightly bloody fingers. I shoved my hand behind my back. Maybe he didn't see it, I wouldn't want him to worry.
I gave him a small smile and his eyes met mine. In the next moment, he grabbed my hand that didn't have blood on it and dragged me to the back on the market.

Leading me to the storage area, he pulled me to the corner to where a sink and stool was at.

Colton gestured for me to sit, "I'll go get a first aid kit." He saw it. Heading out of the room for a second, he returned with a red kit with a white cross on it.

I pulled myself to turn around, giving him a view of the back of my head. "Is it bad?"

"Not really," he assured me, "I mean, there's blood but not a lot." He wet a paper towel with some water and it felt cool against my skull. I heard the sound of the first aid kit being opened as well as the crinkling of a package. "This might sting," he warned and it did.

While his hands were working on the back of my head, I got enough courage to ask him, "Can you drive me somewhere after your shift?"

There was a moment of silence and for a second I thought he didn't hear me. "Yeah, of course."

"Thank you," we didn't speak till he finally finished taking care of the blood on my head.

"My shift ends in forty-five minutes, so I guess you can keep me company." We walked out of the storage and into the open market. Colton picked the broom up and continued where he had left off. I follow him as he worked.

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