Chapter five

Drizzling of rain started to fall and Bethany and I decided to head back home since it was already minutes pass seven, I changed back to my clothes since the weather was getting uncomfortably cold.

The ride home was excruciating, Bethany kept on blabbering about the kiss and how cute the stranger was. I quickly urge her to stop me when we were few miles from my house.

"Okay, if you insist" She shrugged. "But I doubt you will find a cab".

"I know, I plan on walking home" I said coming down.

"Come on Bethany it's already late and you know I won't mind taking you home."

"I feel cold, jogging home will keep me warm, our doctor also suggested i do that in situations like this." I lied.

"Alright, see you in school on Monday" She waved and zoomed off.

I exhale deeply, I had aways detested walking home late at night but that was the only option I had to escape from Bethany blabbering. I placed my headphone on my ears as I jogged towards my neighborhood. I listened to my favorite running playlist and was high on adrenaline. I wasn't paying attention, I wasn't watching where my feet landed as I took the free feeling for granted.

I tripped.

One second, I was speeding along the trail, wind rushing past me, and the next I was skidding to a halt. Slamming into the pavement, knee first. It burned immediately and I cried out, yanking my headphones from my ears and rolling to a stop on the ground, which was wet from the the recent rain. Cold seeped through the seat of my sweat pants. And my ankle, oh my ankle hurt bad. It must had been twisted on my way down. Maybe it was sprained or broken.

Blood was bleeding up so fast from the gash on my knee, changing the greyish color of my sweat pant to dark red. I covered it with my hands, pressing, as I looked willdly around me. I was in the middle of nowhere. The road light flinched and the sound of crickets echoed through the empty street. I hadn't seen anyone on the way up.

No food. No water. And no one knew I was even here. It could be hours before anyone finds me, I might even spend my night here.

All I could do was sit there. Think about my life. All the crappy part of it. But I could be a better person. Volunteer or something. Go to church.

Eat fewer Chicken soup.

I could do that, if I were only to be rescued. All I need is a tall and handsome someone to come running up this trail. Someone to swoop me into his arms and carry me down the the street to safety. If only my hero would show up. Well, I would change my life. I would.

And then footsteps! The thud of shoe hitting pavement. Coming my way! I fixed my pony tail and scooted, turning to see a group of rough looking guys running up the path.

"You okay, pretty?" The tall one asked, judge-y eyes looking me up and down.

"Fine" I said trying to stand but fell back down with a grunt.

"You are hurt" one of his friends observed coming closer and the other with a grin.

This is getting nasty.

"No I am fi..." The thudding sound of footsteps interrupted me and I turned to see a cute tall prince alluring strolling down the road with his hands shoved into his hoodies pocket.

"Hey please, can you help me up" I asked to his back. He had already bounced past me.

"How mean" I thought. 

"Stop being picky" The tall guy said as he scooped me off the ground. "Where are you heading to?" He asked.

"Down the street towards the other neighborhood number 023" I said slyly ready to scream if they make any nasty move.

"Luckily we are heading that way" He mumbled audible and plodded down the street.

Guess am more heavy than I thought.

They kept on talking about about football and many other boring boy stuff. And then girls, clubs and strippers. To be honest, I kind of enjoyed that part of the conversation. 

"Yeah, especially the blond hair one, she killed it!" He exclaimed and they chuckled in union.

I took a deep breath as they continued their conversation.

"Here we are" The tall guy who seemed to have a Italian assets said dropping me down at the front of my house.

"Thanks" I mumbled.

"It's okay, just talk care and be careful next time" He said before walking away with his friends.

Maybe it was wrong for me to judge them by their looks, sometimes not everyone with a wild impression are actually terrible, I presume.

I was ignored by a cute guy but was saved by a bunch of ugly dudes. Am not surprised, I had never been lucky with cute guys.

I looked down at my broken ankle that didn't hurt that much anymore. At my knee that was no longer bleeding and staggered towards the door.

"What took you so..." Mum sudden gasps interrupted dad.

"Look at her leg" she cried out.

"What happened?" Dad asked curiously.

"I tripped on my way home" I said frankly.

"Follow me to the bathroom, we need to render some aid to your wound before taking you to the hospital tomorrow" Mum declared walking hastily upstairs.

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"Ouch!" I cried out with a deep grunt. "Gently mum!" I yelled.

"Am trying" She said cleaning my red aching knees. "Time for your ankle" She smiled.

"No way!" I blurted walking away.

"Clara!" She called.

"We will leave that for tomorrow" I said walking in to my room. I laid down flat. 

"Don't forget to take your pills!" Mum yelled from downstairs.

"Jezz...what a day!" I sighed. 

After some minutes of rest I went into the bathroom to freshen up. It was very painful but it was worth it, I felt much more better after the bath. I wore my pjamas and ran downstairs, to get dinner. 

The sitting room was empty, mum and dad had probably gone to sleep. That means I can eat whatever I want. A smirk formed on my flawlessly and perfectly shaped lips as I took a bottle of Apple juice, a glass of milk, a cup of chocolate chip pancake with syrub and butter, and then the magic touch, the omelet with bacon, green peppers, onions and chadder cheese mum kept inside the oven for me.

"Perfect" I muttered as I walked back into my room.

I drank from my glass of milk while picking up my ringing phone.

"Hey Bethany" I said as I took a slug of my drink. "Guess what?!"