The Gang Leaders Loner

Grocery Store Gone Wrong

This story is very sarcastic, I'm just going to say that now and get it over with. Stiles Stilinski would be proud of the sarcasm in this story, NO, he would be QUAKING.

Anyway, enjoy!

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I currently stand in the waiting room as my best friend, Hailey, argues with Jennifer, one of the resident nurses. Behind us in the waiting room consists of kids crying and a teen that sits with her forehead bleeding, using a meek paper towel that was wadded up to cover it.

"I don't understand why I can't watch!" Hailey whines as she follows Jennifer.

Jennifer suddenly stops, turning to Hailey with annoyance written on her face. Hailey has to step back when she turns.

"Hailey, you can't watch a surgery. You are a volunteer, not a doctor or a nurse. And even if you were, I couldn't give you clearance," she tells her, storming off before Hailey can argue.

She turns to me, crossing her arms in frustration, "This is so unfair," she breathes out. I shake my head at her and head to the student lounge.

"We are volunteers Hailey, just because you're studying medicine doesn't mean you have any power here," I tell her as I open the door to the lounge.

Hailey was 19 and in college, leading up to medical school. I had the same career path, I wanted to be a cardiologist, the first doctor in my family.

"Rules are meant to be broken," She retorts with a smile, I roll my eyes and grab my bag from my cubby.

I visited the hospital every night after school from five to eight before going home. Mainly I stocked medical supplies, ran errands for doctors like picking up dinner, or even followed around Jennifer to learn the basic routine of a hospital.

"I have homework to do," I tell Hailey and I throw my bag over my shoulder.

"I do also but I'd rather procrastinate," she says happily, over enunciating 'but'. I chuckle and say goodbye to her before heading to my Jeep.

I needed to make a stop at my local grocery store, it was that time of the month and I CRAVED Dove chocolate. It was literally heaven in my mouth.

I park in the dark and somewhat sketchy looking parking lot, hopping out and entering the store, heading straight to the candy isle.

I grabbed some pads since I was running low then headed to the cash register. I place my items down, the older woman scanning them and putting them in a green bag.

"I remember those days," she says, I give her a polite smile even though I felt very awkward by her statement. Like....congrats on menopause? I guess?

I leave the store, turning the corner to reach my car only to be grabbed from behind, dropping my bag.

I struggle against the persons chest, their scent reeling of alcohol. I kick my legs out, attempting to yell even though their hand is covering my mouth.

"Feisty aren't we, I like them that way," they tell me, their voice raspy and sickening. Their breath was coated with what I think is vodka and something else that made me want to vomit.

Suddenly I'm let go from their grasp, I stumble forward and fall, skidding my hands on the cement, I quickly turn to look behind me.

The man that I assume was my attacker is now on his knees pleading to a tall, lean body wearing a hoodie, aiming a gun at him.

What a turn of events.

"I won't touch her, I'm sorry!" My attacker pleads. I hear the mystery person scoff.