Hot Couple

hot couple ch3

Chapter Three (Seth's POV)

We walked into the foster building. Somehow, my older brother, Eric, convinced them that we should care for one of the kids there. My mom also agreed to having the foster kid be a girl, because "some of those girls go through a lot." For all we knew, we could be getting some pregnant 12 year old. I pushed my hair over my eye as I walked inside the building. One of the staff walked us in and led us toward some girl. She looked to be about 15 or so, and was wearing a pair of worn out flip flops, and a faded out dress. Her hair fell hin her face, and her eyes made me turn away immediately. It was rude, and she probably took that the wrong way, but her eyes were faded and dull, showing pain and grief. Just looking at her eyes made me feel for her; she was a very pretty girl--although right now she looked like crap in that outfit. When I walked over to her and shook her hand, she looked at my wrist. She studied my cuts and gave me a concerned look; so this girl was probably abused and she's concerned about a complete stranger more than her own well being? Wow.

My mom said that she would be staying in my room while she was living with us; she knew that I wouldn't hurt the girl, probably because I've never had an actual girlfriend; I dated, but no girlfriends. When we got home, Eric and I carried a few of her belongings up into my room. My room was the largest in the house, and it had an extension where the girl's bed would be. Mom made up another little bed by mine, and led the girl upstairs. We just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"I'm Seth." I told her.

"Cleo." she responded. Mom brought in some clothes that she had bought for Cleo; on her profile, she described what she wore; mostly black. Mom then left after Cleo had thanked her, "Do you have any scissors?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said. I led her into the bathroom in my room and opened the drawer for her.

"I'm going to take a shower if that's ok." she said.

"Sure thing." I said. I opened the closet to get her a towel. I saw that it had been invaded by tampons and pads. Great. Cleo almost burst out laughing. I handed her the towel, and went to go sit on my bed.

I heard the water turn off and some snipping. What the hell was she doing in there?! Her head popped out from the door.

"Umm, Seth?" she called.

"Yeah?"

"Could you umm...hand me some clothes?" she asked.

"Sure..." I said, "Which ones?" I asked.

"Some underwear....a bra...and a large shirt." she said, slightly embarrassed. She closed the door. I went to the bags...how was I suppossed to do this? I looked through them, trying my best to find matching ones; girls like matching things. I found some lacy boyshort underwear, and a lacy bra. I looked for an large shirt, but couldn't find any. I opened the bathroom door a crack and put the clothes in.

"Thanks." she whispered. I heard the blow drier go on. About ten minutes later, she started to come out.

"Tshirt please." she said.

I went to my closet and took out a too large on of mine. I tossed it to her. A minute later she came out. God, who was this?! she had cut her hair so that it fell over her eye. The tshirt just covered her ass, and showed off her amazing legs. She came and sat down on her mattress. She must have noticed my staring.

"What?" she questioned.

"Umm...nothing..." I lied.

Suddenly, the air mattress died out, sinking beneath her. She wasn't heavy, I knew that, but that thing was crap. We tried over and over again to fill it up, but to no avail. Mom and Dad said goodnight. They didn't bother with the mattress; they told me to sleep on the floor. An hour or so later, I heard heavy breathing next to me. I sat up, and saw Cleo shoot up in bed, hyperventalating; must be nightmares. She must not have seen me, for she took off her shirt. She went back to sleep. I woke up to the sound of Cleo's breathing again. Ok, now I was getting pissed. I got up as she woke up.

"Move over." I ordered.

"What?" she asked.

"I can't sleep with your panting. Move over." she moved over. I climbed in bed next to her. Geez, it was hot in here. I took off my shirt and shorts so that I was in my boxers. I went to sleep as did Cleo. Again, she woke me up, but she was not in bed. What now?! I saw the bathroom light on, and heard crying. I got up and walked in. Cleo sat on the sink in a pair of short shorts and a tank top. Her face was puffy and red, and she was holding her wrist. As I started to look down, she covered her wrist with her other hand.

"Cleo, what is going on?" I asked. She didn't answer. I took hold of her wrist and the hand that covered it. I moved her hand. It was stained with blood. The source was a huge cut on her wrist that was bleeding like crazy.

"I'm sorry." Cleo choked out. I didn't need this right now. I went to the tampon infested closet and grabbed some gauze. I took hold of her wrist and wrapped the gauze around it. It didn't seem to work; the blood soaked through it in a matter of seconds. Cleo put her hand to her head and stumbled backwards. I caught her. How could she be this dizzy after it just started bleeding. My gaze swept to the sink. It was stained with blood.

"Oh, crap." I stated. I dragged Cleo over to my bed and lay her down there. I turned on the light in the corner. Remembering my EMT skills, I found the pressure point on her arm and stated squeezing as hard as I could. Adding pressure there was suppossed to stop the blood flow. I then remembered my EMT kit. I ran to my closet and grabbed it from my desk. I found all of the supplies for stitches. Cleo saw the needle and cowered away.

"Cleo, come on. We have to make this bleeding stop. I'm not going to hurt you." I said.