Save Me.

thank you.

As I slowly gain conscious, feeling something cold on my forehead. I lift my arm to touch it but quickly retract it as pain shoots through my body and let out a loud groan. I slowly open my heavy eyelids as I hear the door open. I see some boy with short black and blonde dreads with stubble and a couple of face tattoos coming over to me. He looked like bad news so, I start to panic, looking for something to swing to protect myself.

"Aye calm down, I'm just tryin to help" He held his hands up in defense. I am a little taken back by his voice. He looks kinda scary but his voice is smooth.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I say trying to sit up but falling back on the bed, groaning in pain.

"Just call me X and your at my house,"

"What happened?" I say looking out the window. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up "Well me and my friend were on our way home, and i saw you u runnin down the street and with that nigga behind you. I knew something wasn't right so we stopped the car and ran after y'all. He was beatin down on you so we knocked him out." He paused, examining my face for a second before continuing, "We left him on the curb after my nigga and I beat the shit out of him."

What's your name?" He walks closer and sits on the edge of the bed.

"Emani," I say sitting up a little, leaning back on my elbows, as I stare up at him only to see him already staring at me.

"Here take these," he said handing me two pills. I look at the pills and then to him with a questionable look.

"Painkillers" I hesitantly nod and swallowed them dry.

"You should probably wash up," He said standing up.

"Can you help me to the bathroom, I can hardly sit up on my own." He nodded and removed the covers from my body. He lifts me up bridal style and carries me to the bathroom. He sets me on the toilet and I mumble a quick thank you before he left the bathroom. I started the water and let the bathtub fill up with warm water. I slowly limp over to the mirror, scared of what my reflection held. I looked in the mirror to see cuts and bruises scattered on my face, my lip busted, my eye black ass hell, and a long cut on my forehead. I start breathing heavily as tears stream down my face. What did I do to deserve this?

I hear a knock at the door and I quickly quiet down and wipe my tears.

"Aye, you good?" X says from the other side of the door.

I sniffed "yeah I-I'm fine" he mumbles an okay and walks away. I stopped the water and stripped off my clothes. I got into the bath wincing and groaning. I splashed water on my face and hair. I push my legs up against my chest and lay my head on my knees. Why would he do this? 4 years wasted on some crackhead. I should have done what my granny told me and just stayed my ass in Georgia instead of moving out here with him. I just wanna go home.

I quickly wash my body and drained the water then I dried myself and wrapped a towel around myself. My legs feeling a bit stronger, I slowly walk over to the door.

I peaked my head out of the bathroom and called for X. He came running in the room.

"What's up," he said walking closer to me making me tighten the towel around my body.

"Uh, I need some clothes," I give him a faint smile.

"Oh shit, yeah hol' on" he walks into his closet and rummages through his drawers then finally comes out what with a stack of clothes in his hand.

He hands them over "I'll be out here if you need anything" I nod my head and close the door. I really need to thank him for saving me and bringing me into his home. We need more people like him in this world. I get dressed in the black oversized hoodie, that read 'revenge' in red letters on the front, and a pair of his boxers. I gather my clothes and slowly exit the bathroom. Looking around the room, I see X sitting on the bed. As I closed the bathroom door, his eyes go immediately on me and he doesn't look away as I walk over to him.

"Where do I-"

"I got it," he says and grabs the clothes out of my hands "sit on the bed, I'll be back to clean your cuts," he says walking out.

I sigh and sit on the bed with my legs crossed and started picking at my legs. I should leave soon, I don't wanna be any more of a bother than I already am but where would I go? Derrick and I lived together and I don't have no money for a hotel or any family out here. I hope he doesn't mind if I stay here for a bit. He comes back in and sets the first aid on the bed. He opens it and gets out some wipes then tilts my head up, forcing me to look up at him, and begins to wipe my cuts.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"He just came home in the middle of the night, drunk and high, going on and on about how I took some of his drugs which I didn't even know he had in our house," I paused taking a breath before continuing, "then when I said I didn't know what he was talking about he started beating on me so I ran out screaming for help but he caught me and that's when you came," I said giving him a slight smile. "I am really thankful that you came when you did and thank you so so much for taking me into your home and taking care of me. I don't want to push my luck but, is it ok if I stay for a while..i kinda don't have anywhere to go, I-if its not then I'll just walk to the nearest motel or something." I said shedding a tear. He wipes it away with his thumb and kneels down so that we are face to face.

He chuckles a little "Why would I let you go if you don't have anywhere to stay, besides you're better off here than some musty ass motel" I smile, saying 'thank you'.

"Ok stay still so I can finish" he stands and continues to wipe my face.

"Have you done this before? You seem to know what you're doing."

"Yeah, I guess you could say I've done this before, I'm always takin care of everyone."

"If you takin care of everyone,

"Who's taking care of you?"

It's gonna be a slow start but its gonna go from 0 to 100 real quick soon. Comment if you want the next chapter.