Not That Bad

Yeah Whatever!

Kiara's POV

Walk away! Walk away! Walk away. He is not my problem, I tell myself. I take a couple of steps towards the exit. I am about to open the door when I hear another moan. God! I am such a sucker. I suck. Why can I not just walk away? Oh yeah! 'cause conscience. Well it sucks too.

I walk back and sit on my haunches next to the guy lying on the ground. I inspect him as well as I can in the dark. He looks fine for the most part, except for a few scrapes and cuts on his face and arms. Obviously he was in a fight and left here after being beaten. I poke the guy on his shoulder. He moans again. I know what you are thinking that I am some crazy chick who wants to save everyone. And that is not far from the truth. This is one of my problems I don't always know when to walk away. Or maybe I do, but I don't always do. I need to work on that.

I can here the music playing a few floors down at the party. Its almost midnight. My roommate called me about an hour ago asking me if I could pick him up. His car broke down. So I got out of my warm bed to come get him, only to find out that he wasn't here. I tried calling him but his phone was off. I checked the entire party but I could not find him anywhere. Just a couple of minutes ago I got a call from an unknown number. It was Rome telling me he was going to get lucky tonight. God I am going to kill him. Could he have not told me that like an hour ago. Asshole. I'd come out on this terrace to take the call. And was about to leave when I found a guy lying on the floor in a corner. At first I thought that he was drunk. Passed out. I looked closer just to be sure he was alive when I saw that he was hurt. Beaten up.

"Dude do you often lie around like that or do you need help?" I ask.

" Fuck off" he mutters.

Wow so much for being polite and offering help. I pick his arm closest to me and inspect the cut. It looks worse than it really is. He jerks his arm away.

" I said fuck off."

" Well I heard you the first time, but as you see I am alone and cannot go fuck off all by myself. Fucking of any kind requires a minimum of two people."

The boy opens his eyes for the first time. He looks at me like I have lost my fucking mind, and maybe I have. He has pretty eyes. A dark shade of green I have never seen before. Only one is slightly swollen. Not a bad face either. Strong jaw line with a sharp nose. A pretty face. I suppose he has the kind of face that Roman would call a looker.

" Do you want me to take you to an emergency room. Or I can call someone for you. A friend perhaps?"

" Just get lost" he barks and turns away from me.

Okay then, I tried and he doesn't want help so I can walk away without any guilt whatsoever. I get up and start heading out. I reach the door and am about to open it when I hear him moan once again. Great. Just great. I turn around once again.

"Look buddy I don't want to do this anymore than you, but I can't leave you here. What if you die. Police will find my DNA on you and I ain't going to jail for murder. I am too pretty for jail."

Pretty boy rolls over and looks at me with a surprised look. He pulls himself up, or tries to. I help him prop himself next to the wall. I pull out my phone from my pocket. Its 1:23 am. God what the hell am I doing here. I should be in my bed. Sleeping. I know, I know I look like a boring person. And I am a boring person. I admit it proudly. Or somewhat less proudly. But I am dependable.

" If you can give me a number, I can call your friend for you?" I suggest somewhat impatiently.

I am so ready to get this over with.

"As much as you care darling, you don't need to worry. You can leave."

I can hear the sarcasm drip from his words. I don't take it personally. Maybe he is in pain or maybe he is a jerk. Or maybe he doesn't want to being seen as weak or in need of help especially by a girl. Guys are weird that way. The whole macho thing. I can never understand that. I usually chalk it up to underdeveloped brain, the whole caveman thing. Who knows and more importantly who wants to know anyway. I look at him and debate weather to leave him or not. He looks fine for the most part. Maybe he has internal injuries. He looks fine from the outside. But what do I know. I am no expert.