𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Nothing but pain//Part 3

(Last but not least, three!)

TW: Lots of blood and mentions of pain. Lots of swear words.

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"Ngh, fuck." I tilted my head back onto the wall, biting the insides of my cheeks.

"Jesus Parker is that you?" A bright flashlight shone in my face, causing me to squint my eyes.

"What the? Michelle what the hell are you doing at," I grunted in pain, shuffling in a better position so see her face.

"Its 8 pm almost 9. The sunset a long time ago, it's dangerous." I clenched my jaw trying to contain the threatening cry of agony about to escape my lips.

"I could ask you the same thing. Nothing is dangerous for me trust me. Also what the hell happened to you?" She stepped closer, crouching down to my eye level. She shone the bright light on my shoulder, widening her eyes. She shook her head, bringing a hand to her mouth.

"I got into a fight, things went too far."

"Shocker." She rolled her eyes, standing up and bending over to hoist me up. I leaned against the wall to steady myself or I would collapse.

"It's just a scratch its no big deal.

"Just a scratch eh? Then why the fuck does it look like you want to yell out in misery and pain. So please enlighten me Parker how is it just a scratch?" I opened my mouth and shut it shortly afterwards. Didn't want to risk upsetting her more.

"That's what I thought. Now come on, let me take you to my house. no one is home so it's okay."

No more than ten minutes later we arrived at her house. By now it was already 9 pm and it was starting to get relatively late. Snowflakes were starting to fall from the sky, landing slowly on the pavement, melting as soon as it made contact.

She pulled out a singular golden key, twisting it in the frosty keyhole. The door opened with a click, letting us inside the warm cozy house. This is what home is supposed to feel like.

Mj placed me on the floor next to her kitchen sink, running upstairs and coming down just as quick with a first aid kit in hand and a big t-shirt in the other. She filled up a bucket of water and placed all the materials she needed on the floor next to me. She knelt to my height with a wet cloth.

"Okay, I have to work quickly so you don't lose any more blood so could you um-" Michelle turned a bride crimson red, forcing out an awkward laugh.

"Have to take off your shirt." I didn't find this question weird at all considering I was a bad boy playboy an all. Her, however, looked immensely uncomfortable and shy and wanted to get over it as soon as possible.

I would usually tease people like that but acknowledging my bleeding shoulder and her willingly offering to help me, I returned the favour of saving her from a lot of awkwardness.

"Okay." With hesitation, she pulled my shirt up and over my head for a clearer workspace. She tossed to the side, turning back to me with full attention. Just looking at it was sickening. it was oozing out blood and puss and the sight of it alone made me want to puke.

"Oh my god, Parker. How the hell were you walking?! Let alone standing! Jesus Christ-"

"I'm fine Michelle it's-"

"I swear if you say its nothing you're gonna have another bruise to add to your collection." I nodded not wanting to piss her off. She used the cloth with water, gently dabbing it around my wound to clean it.