Too Much To Handle Alone

Fourteen

"Never Regret Anything That Made You Smile."
~Mark Twain
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Kennedy's Pov
"Corporate America is blah blah blah blah blah..."

Where the hell is Jason? This twenty-six year old business man has been talking my ear off for the past ten minutes. You know why? Because Jason had to use the bathroom. THE BATHROOM!

This night was going pretty great. We were dancing and talking a lot. We sat and ate half a cheese platter. It's only nine-thirty!

"So are you here with anybody?" The business man asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, I am. He should be getting back soon." I said forcing a small laugh to stay light hearted. The man just laughed like the rich people do in movies.

A-ha ha. So funny Delores.

"I can keep you company until he gets back." He said stepping closer to me. I cleared my throat.

"Oh my gosh! Is that your wife?" I asked pointing into the crowd. He gasped.

"Where!?" He panicked and started looking around. I took the opportunity to get away from him. I'll just go outside and get some fresh air.

I walk out the front doors and once again am blasted with cold air. No wonder everyone's dresses I'm there have sleeves or a sweater. It's freezing out here. I start walking towards the fountain in the middle of the driveway when I notice that on the other side there is a guy laying on the ground.

"Hello?" I called, walking over. No answer. He's not moving. He might be unconscious. I walked closer and I gasped.

"Jason!" I exclaimed getting on the ground and pulling his heavy upper half into my lap.

He's beaten up pretty badly. He has a cut on his lip and a really deep one above his eyebrow that'll definitely leave a scar. His jaw is bruising and there's blood coming from his nose. His knuckles are a little swollen showing he at least fought back. Who did this!?

"Jason! Jason can you hear me!?" I asked, trying to stay calm. I huffed out a shaky breath and stood up. I shoved my clutch in his jacket so I have the use of both of my hands.

"I can do this. Okay. Just stay alive for me please." I begged. I grabbed under his arms and start pulling him down the driveway.

"You just had to park all the way down on the street didn't you?" I groaned.

"Come on. You're so damn heavy!" I huffed.

After a very long struggle of getting him to the car, I grabbed the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the doors. I laid him across the backseat then got into the drivers seat and started the car.

"Imagine if I had said no to coming. Then you'd be s.o.l my dude. Let's get you to the hospital." I said.

Not like he can hear me.

Before I can even put the car in drive I hear Jason groan. I looked back at him and he's trying to move.

"No Jason. Stop moving." I said putting my hand on his arm.

"No hospital." He groaned as he tried to sit up. He flinched.

"Jason lay down!" I demanded. He laid back down without protest and is quickly unconscious again.

Good to know he's not dead.

"No hospital? Ugh! You have to make things difficult." I sighed and started driving to the only place I can think of.

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We get to my house and I drag him out of the car. I'm able to get him inside and upstairs to my room. Taking a total of fifteen minutes. I get him onto my bed and take off his shoes and jacket. I unbutton his top three buttons so it's not choking him. I also take off his belt because no one wants to sleep in a belt.