She can't feel her hand from the pain on her head and her stomach feels sick from being punched a couple times. The whole picture is blurry and it happened so fast. She's trying to get up but even her back can't do the work. Pretty sure her eyelids are swollen too because her left eye won't open. All she knows is she lay on the ground with no one around, miserably. She can taste the weird taste of blood inside her mouth, her lips are bloody mess. It's just a meter from her phone, but she can't reach it to call anyone.
It's just a matter of time before she finally black out but slowly she hear someone calling her out. From those blurry eyes, she hardly see a figure of a man. "Sam? Hey.."
"Tay... Taylor..." She can barely make a sound. The man lift her up and bring her to the backseat of a car. "Sam, hold on." He start the engine and drive. "Taylor..."
"No, uh..this is Fred. What happened?"
"Fred?" It's so hard to focusing her eyes but she slowly can recognize Fred's black hair instead of Taylor's blonde hair. "What did you do walking alone..."
"I'm not walking... where's my bike?"
"I didn't see any bike." He explains. "Someone hit the back of my head when I had a call."
"Someone was probably took your bike. This is a robbery. Want me to make a report?"
"Later. Just...take me to hospital."
"Yeah, right. Hold on." Her nose is bleeding from the trauma and she still can't see properly. Without a quick treatment, she'll probably get another blackout time. "Sam, stay with me. Okay?" He uses one of his hand to reach her, trying to wakes her up. "Uhh...I can't..."
Taylor put his seatbelt on and then hit the gas. He has no idea what happened but all he knows is he heard a sound of someone being hit and Sam couldn't be heard. He got at Chad's house in 18 minutes and he doesn't waste a second. "Chad! Chad? It's Taylor. Open the door. Chad?" He knock a couple times before someone open the door. "Hi." A boy shows up. "Hey. Justin. Your dad's here?" After some times, Chad finally comes to the front door. "Hey Taylor! What's up? We just got back from dinner." He turns to Justin. "Go back to mom, okay?" Justin nods and run inside.
"So, what's up?"
"Sam.. is she here?"
"No, she's not. I mean, she was when we went out but not now." Chad notices Taylor's breath becomes heavier. "Everything's okay?"
"I had a phone call with Sam, I'm sure you know she quit the job so I decided to say sorry. But then I think I heard something hit her. I hear sound of phone falling."
"Are you sure?" Chad lowered his voice, trying so hard so they can't he heard by his wife and kids. "I don't know Chad, but I'm really worry about it." The key is on the table and Chad quickly take it along with his jacket. "Leave your car here." Taylor says, "I bring mine."
"Okay." Chad close the door and jumps into Taylor's car.
Along the road, Chad won't stop trying to call Sam. The response is always the same, it can't be reached. When he stop doing it, suddenly an incoming call appears from a strange number. "Hello?"
"Chad? Hey.."
"Where are you? Oh my.. you scared me."
"I'm at hospital. I'll text the location."
"Hospital? Alright I'll go there." Chad put his phone back and turns to Taylor. "I know where is she." Taylor turns the wheel, makes a U turn. The hospital is just 5 minutes far.
After they got there, they ask for her room and go there as fast as possible. Chad open the door slowly, "Sam..."
"Hey..Chad." He see her open her eyes, just one of it as the other is swallowing. "Oh my god, Sam. What happened?"
"Uhh long story."
"Geez.. look at your face.." Chad looks at his sister's face carefully. Sam just smiles and then she see Taylor stand behind her brother. "Taylor.."
"Hi... I'm..."
"He told me about your phone call that's why I tried to call you many times." Chad cut her and then looks at Taylor, winks. "Ah.. I see. My phone.. I think I dropped that."
"That's fine. More important is, you're safe."
"Hey Sam, who's..." Suddenly Fred enter the room, surprised to see Chad and Taylor. "What are you doing here, what did you do to my sister?" Chad stand up, ready to beat the shit out of him. "Chad, stop. He saved me. If he didn't find me on the street, I don't know what would happen." Chad won't say anything and just back to his seat.
"Hi, Chad." Fred carefully sit at the corner of the room, along with Taylor. They let Chad to talk with Sam while they're waiting there. "So.. you're Fred?" Taylor ask, quietly. "Yes. And I suppose... you're Taylor?"
"Yup."
"Oh. Okay." Fred smirks, remember about Sam calling out his name before she passed out. A spark of jealousy comes inside his mind. "You're single?"
"No. Why is that important?"
"Nothing, just wondering.. you know you can't be with her right?"
"I know that. But neither you, as you cheated on her." Fred smirks again, mocking what Taylor said. "I'm sure I'll get the chance again. I saved her after all." Hearing that pissed Taylor off, so he stands up. "Chad, I'm gonna go outside. Have a smoke or something."
"Alright Tay. I'm not gonna long either. Give me 10 minutes then we go."
"I'll be outside." Taylor leave the room and go to the parking lot, lit a fire and take a cigarette from his pocket.
After 8 minutes, Chad shows up at the parking lot. "Come on bud. Let's go home." Taylor throw his cigarette and step on it. "Yeah.. but, you sure to let Fred stay there with Sam?"
"To be honest? I don't want to. But...he saved my sister, what can I say?"
"Yeah, you right.. I'm just.. feel something a little bit fishy."
"Like what?" Taylor stop for a moment, decided not to say his opinion. He doesn't want Chad to think that he's just jealous about Fred. "No, nothing. Forget that."
"Well, Taylor. Trust me, I don't like that guy either. From day one. So whatever your thoughts are, I'm fine."
"No. It's just a gut feeling. Not important."
"Okay then.. if you say so."
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Hell To Pay
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