Like every night, just every night, Beverly got out of her house in the middle of the night without a word to any of her parents.
She was aware of how dangerous her town was, how many incidents happen each day, or even every hour. Yet, she takes a deep breath and takes a walk around the whole town, to clear up her mind, she says.
She'd never talk to the drunken strangers who'd invite her for a drink. She doesn't spare one glance at them either. She's too busy minding what's going on in her head and figuring out how to clear it.
She snapped out of her thoughts when she saw two guys fighting, or one man almost killing the other. Of course, she didn't panic. She had come across numerous situations like this during her midnight walks. What was different with this brawl was that one of the fighters looked young. Not to mention, he was almost dying.
Her mind debated on whether she should stop the fight to help the boy or whether to stay quiet until the older one leaves.
She chose to be smart and chose the latter, oh the guilt she'd feel if the boy died right in front of her whilst she did nothing to stop it.
Not even seconds passed when the boy snapped. He stood up and threw a punch at the man before him, a hard punch. She stared at them, shocked, as the boy overthrew the man, clearly not affected by how beaten up he already was.
The man pulled out of the boy's grasp and started running away and she faintly heard him whisper under his breath, 'Dépêchez-vous et courez'.
[Hurry up and run]
French, she thought. But she couldn't decipher what it truly meant.
She watched in horror as the boy fell on the ground. She looked around to see if anyone saw him and could help him, but no, it was rare for anyone to be on this street at any time.
She was a nursing student at college so she did have a clear idea of what to do.
She checked his pulse and took a breath of relief as she realized that it was still there, uneven but still there.
Before she could do anything else, his eyes shot open and that's when she took in how magnetic his eyes were. He stared right back at her before frowning.
"Get off me," He grit his teeth and said.
She looked at him, startled as she was only trying to help him. Before uttering another word, he got himself to stand up and walked away, pulling the hoodie over his head and not glancing back at her.
Little did she know that it would not be the last time she saw him.
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