Fix you (UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter-1

"Wake up, sleepyhead!!" dad calls as he knocks on my door.

"I'm awake," I mutter as I sit up and rub my eyes.

It is summer time and so that means no school. Soon I will be going to college. But in the mean time I am helping dad in our shop on Sundays. It's a mini-market in the town Maysville of North Carolina. There is a shortage of employees as it is summer and many of them are on vacation. Well I don't mind helping. Sometimes it is fun. The employees are really nice to me and some that are my age are doing part time jobs.

"We're getting late, c'mon Kiera," dad calls again. I get up and go to the washroom. I get fresh and get dressed in my favourite coffee colored shirt and black jeans. My brown hair is too messy to tame so I let it stay down.

"Mom, where's my coffee?" I ask as I come down the stairs.

"On the counter, sweetheart," my mom replies with a smile.

I pick up my coffee and run after dad who is already outside starting the car. I get in quick and he starts driving. The shop is about a 15 minute drive away from our house. As I get down I take the keys and open the locks on the shutter before pushing it up. I arrange some stuff and then suddenly someone hits me in the back of my head.

"Hey," I say in an irritated tone.

"Hey yourself, beautiful," says Diego. He has black hair and really attractive green eyes. He works part-time to save money for college. We are good friends too. I have known him since childhood. He used to live 3 houses away until his family moved to another colony.

Athena comes after sometime. She is an old woman in her fifties. Her only son is in the army and so she works here to pass her time and to not feel lonely. She is pretty nice.

Around the evening, Athena leaves and Diego goes to pick up his little sister from her dance classes. Dad is sitting in front of the cash counter and I am looking around to see if anything is out of place. I arrange some stuff and help dad stock some stuff. Three hours pass by fast.

"Can I have some medicines? I don't need money. Some guys beat me up and took my cash. Please help me?" says a guy poking his head inside from the door that is open.

" We don't have medicines," dad lies easily without giving him a second glance.

I know why. It's because the guy is clearly drunk and he really did have a fight. His hand is bleeding and his lips are swollen purple. Dad thinks that these type of people are trouble and so he prefers staying away from them.

"Okay, thank you," says the guy and leaves.

"Dad, the poor guy is hurt. He wanted medicines not something bad," I say. I am feeling bad for the guy. He has ti be in a lot of pain.

"The guy seems like trouble, Kiera," dad says giving me a concerned look.

I pick up the medicines I see on the shelf in front of me for wounds, pick up the first aid box and run out. The guy went left maybe. I take a turn and see the guy walking. He is swaying.

"Hey, Mr.IJustNeedMedicines!! Wait!!" I call after him as he is walking away. He stops, stumbles then somehow keeps standing on his feet. He reeks of alcohol.

"Did you call me?" he asks with a confused look.

"Yes, I brought you medicines," I reply in a raspy tone. I am breathless from the running.

"Please fix me," saying this he stumbles once again and this time I catch him before he can get more hurt and make him sit on the sidewalk. He looks so vulnerable.

"I will try to fix you," I whisper the words even though I am sure he is too far gone to hear. Seeing him so helpless hurts me too even though I barely know the guy.