It was a cold nippy night in Cardiff, Wales and my friend Jessica and I were running down the sidewalk and dodging people, phone boxes and an occasional bicyclist. We had just come from the theater. We watched a scary film and I cringed half the time we were there. I'm not very good with blood and gore even though I watch The Walking Dead and Fright Night. We stopped running when we got closer to her flat. 'Well' she huffed 'I got to go. I'm... really... busy' she said between breaths. We hugged and she was off. I turned down the alley way and started taking the shortcut to my flat. As soon as I entered I looked down at the dumpster and no sooner than I saw it did I smell blood and then saw red oozing from beneath it. 'Great' I said and shivered. I grabbed the handle on the dumpster and pulled it out. I slapped my hand to my mouth after I realized I was screeching. I almost fainted when I saw the horrific sight. The man had messy brown hair and was about 5 foot tall. There was blood covering his usual striped flannel shirt and his pants were ripped. I started crying as I fell to my knees. I held the man who was many years older than me, about 44, close to me and dialed the emergency number for the London police. 'Hello, what is your emergency?' A calm English lady asked. With shaking shuddering breaths I said 'Yes? Hello umm... I was walking down an alley to my flat and saw blood beneath the dumpster here and...' I stopped and sobbed harder 'Yes?' the lady asked. 'I pulled it out and I need an ambulance for......' I sobbed harder and barely got out the words 'Richard Hammond'
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Losing Grip (#Wattys2015)
TerrorDebbie never thought she would meet her idol, Richard Hammond. But when she finds him beat, battered and robbed in an alley near her flat her whole life is flipped upside down. Will she be able to handle the stress of his busy schedule or will she g...
