Rescue Me.
Chap 1. I'm Sorry
It was a bright sunny day on the coast of LA. Swimmers were swimming in the cool blue ocean, a volley ball game was taking place amongst a large group of students, taking a break from studying and joggers sprinted up and down the golden sand.
Amongst these joggers was a tall well built man, sandy brown hair blowing back in the cool breeze as he sped along. Blue eyes squinted as the sun reflected sand spread under his large feet. It truly was a wonderful day to spend on the beach. No work, no hassle and defiantly no stress.
SMACK! Steve Sloan was pulled from his jogging trance by something hard, which had sped head long into his side. As he propped himself up on one elbow to get his bearings back and see what had hit him he realised his elbow was on something. A young girl, no older than 11, lay sprawled under his right arm.
A small ebb of panic took him for a second as he realised the girl was not moving or speaking. He sat up and moved round to her side. As he did this, the girl groaned softly and rolled onto her side.
" Sorry Mister ", Steve heard a small voice say from the girl's mouth. The girl turned over but put her hands up to shield her face so Steve could not see. " It's alright, I wasn't really looking where I was going. Do you hurt anywhere? Did you hurt your face? " Steve asked gently placing his large hands around hers and gently pulling them from her face. She struggled against his grip the first time, but after he assured her it was alright and he would not touch whatever wound was there, she complied, slowly taking her guided hands away from her face.
What Steve saw shocked him. His mouth fell open and the girl tensed under his grip, cowering away from him as if she expected him to punish her. A large blue/ purple bruise was set on her left cheek bone , just under her eye. A small cut on her chin, which looked as if it had been there for weeks, was almost healed up and a small trickle of blood was making its way down from her lip. By the time Steve had inspected her face and looked up into her chocolate coloured eyes tears had began to work their way down her pale face
" Hey I am so sorry, I didn't see you coming, you hit pretty fast. I didn't mean to hurt you. " Still holding onto the girl's hands he stood up and helped her up. Small sniffles coming from her made their way to Steve's ears and he looked down at the girls tear stained face. She was still looking up at him in fear and flinched when he moved to put his hand on her shoulder.
" It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt you. Whats your name ? " He asked turning her to face him and bending down to her height .
" Andrea " sobbed the girl. Although she still seemed reluctant to have Steve's hand on her arm , Andrea was looking round her , looking for something or someone . " That's a nice name Andrea. My name is Steve and this is my dad Mark. " Just as Steve was introducing himself he had seen his father talking towards them down the beach from the beach house, which is where Steve had been heading to get a drink and some lunch after his jog.
" Well hello there." Said Mark politely " Now whats happened here ? "
" We had a little run in , dad this is Andrea. " Steve stood up but kept his hand on Andrea's shoulder. Looking round he could see no one that the girl might belong to so he asked " Where are your parents Andrea ? " At this the girl's eyes went wide and tried to get loose of Steve's grip .
" I ..I ..I can take care of myself , please let me go , I have to go ! " Andrea was now breathing hard, tears streaming down her face and a horror stricken look upon her young looking face.
Mark , sensing the fear this young girl had gently lowered himself to her height , as Steve had and took bother her hands in his . " What are you so afraid of, honey ? and where did you get all these bruises ? " Mark had notices her face and also another bruise on her arm where another purple bruise was forming. " No where , I fell , before I came here . Now please just let me go , he's coming !" One of her handsd which Mark had been holding went to her mout as she realiseed what she had just said and she began to struggles once again . " Who Andrea ? Who is after you ? " Inquired Mark, clearly concerned about the girl's safety " You can trust us, honey. I know you may not believe that but; I give you my word you can. "
The girl looked at Mark. Straight into his ocean blue eyes , which she noticed were almost identical to the eyes of Steve's. Andrea new she was never supposed to talk to strangers or anyone for that matter but something about these to men made her feel safe. And safe was something she had not felt very often .
Chap 2. Quire Loggings.
Wide chocolaty eyes looked around at the large house. Full of pictures and unique ornaments and most of all full of what felt like love and security. " Right now here we go sweetie, this may sting a little " Mark had come out of a large closet carrying a box who contents were unknown until he pulled out some antiseptic and some gauze.
Andrea shuddered at the thought of what could have been in the box and blinked to get the images out of her head. As Mark began to clean al her cuts and scrapes, more which Mark had noticed when they were taking her back to the house, Steve asked some light questions. Trying not to alarm her like they had before he tried a gentler approach and asked softly " Where did you get all these bruises Andrea ? "
Andrea looked, from what Mark was doing, up into Steve's eyes and seemed to be lost in thought, as if trying to think of what to say, or how to word it correctly. " I don't know " she replied simply, dropping her eyes to what Mark was doing. " You must know honey, things like these don't just appear for no reason " tried Mark Andrea looked down, again seeming to be lost in thought. When she held her head up she looked scared once again.
" How do I know I can trust you ? I mean, I have trusted you so far but..how do I really know ? " She looked up once more and waited for a response . Mark was about to speak up when he was surprised to see his son bend down and look Andrea in the eyes. He then put something in her hand.
Andrea's eyes went wide at what she saw " Your a cop ? " " Yes, I know it must be hard for you and lord knows, this is a little strange but..I won't do anything you don't want me to . But I need to know where you came from and what your so afraid of so I can help you. Do you understand? "
Andrea looked down at the badge in her small hand and closed her hand round it tighter. She sighed. " Alright"
Chap 1. I'm Sorry
It was a bright sunny day on the coast of LA. Swimmers were swimming in the cool blue ocean, a volley ball game was taking place amongst a large group of students, taking a break from studying and joggers sprinted up and down the golden sand.
Amongst these joggers was a tall well built man, sandy brown hair blowing back in the cool breeze as he sped along. Blue eyes squinted as the sun reflected sand spread under his large feet. It truly was a wonderful day to spend on the beach. No work, no hassle and defiantly no stress.
SMACK! Steve Sloan was pulled from his jogging trance by something hard, which had sped head long into his side. As he propped himself up on one elbow to get his bearings back and see what had hit him he realised his elbow was on something. A young girl, no older than 11, lay sprawled under his right arm.
A small ebb of panic took him for a second as he realised the girl was not moving or speaking. He sat up and moved round to her side. As he did this, the girl groaned softly and rolled onto her side.
" Sorry Mister ", Steve heard a small voice say from the girl's mouth. The girl turned over but put her hands up to shield her face so Steve could not see. " It's alright, I wasn't really looking where I was going. Do you hurt anywhere? Did you hurt your face? " Steve asked gently placing his large hands around hers and gently pulling them from her face. She struggled against his grip the first time, but after he assured her it was alright and he would not touch whatever wound was there, she complied, slowly taking her guided hands away from her face.
What Steve saw shocked him. His mouth fell open and the girl tensed under his grip, cowering away from him as if she expected him to punish her. A large blue/ purple bruise was set on her left cheek bone , just under her eye. A small cut on her chin, which looked as if it had been there for weeks, was almost healed up and a small trickle of blood was making its way down from her lip. By the time Steve had inspected her face and looked up into her chocolate coloured eyes tears had began to work their way down her pale face
" Hey I am so sorry, I didn't see you coming, you hit pretty fast. I didn't mean to hurt you. " Still holding onto the girl's hands he stood up and helped her up. Small sniffles coming from her made their way to Steve's ears and he looked down at the girls tear stained face. She was still looking up at him in fear and flinched when he moved to put his hand on her shoulder.
" It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt you. Whats your name ? " He asked turning her to face him and bending down to her height .
" Andrea " sobbed the girl. Although she still seemed reluctant to have Steve's hand on her arm , Andrea was looking round her , looking for something or someone . " That's a nice name Andrea. My name is Steve and this is my dad Mark. " Just as Steve was introducing himself he had seen his father talking towards them down the beach from the beach house, which is where Steve had been heading to get a drink and some lunch after his jog.
" Well hello there." Said Mark politely " Now whats happened here ? "
" We had a little run in , dad this is Andrea. " Steve stood up but kept his hand on Andrea's shoulder. Looking round he could see no one that the girl might belong to so he asked " Where are your parents Andrea ? " At this the girl's eyes went wide and tried to get loose of Steve's grip .
" I ..I ..I can take care of myself , please let me go , I have to go ! " Andrea was now breathing hard, tears streaming down her face and a horror stricken look upon her young looking face.
Mark , sensing the fear this young girl had gently lowered himself to her height , as Steve had and took bother her hands in his . " What are you so afraid of, honey ? and where did you get all these bruises ? " Mark had notices her face and also another bruise on her arm where another purple bruise was forming. " No where , I fell , before I came here . Now please just let me go , he's coming !" One of her handsd which Mark had been holding went to her mout as she realiseed what she had just said and she began to struggles once again . " Who Andrea ? Who is after you ? " Inquired Mark, clearly concerned about the girl's safety " You can trust us, honey. I know you may not believe that but; I give you my word you can. "
The girl looked at Mark. Straight into his ocean blue eyes , which she noticed were almost identical to the eyes of Steve's. Andrea new she was never supposed to talk to strangers or anyone for that matter but something about these to men made her feel safe. And safe was something she had not felt very often .
Chap 2. Quire Loggings.
Wide chocolaty eyes looked around at the large house. Full of pictures and unique ornaments and most of all full of what felt like love and security. " Right now here we go sweetie, this may sting a little " Mark had come out of a large closet carrying a box who contents were unknown until he pulled out some antiseptic and some gauze.
Andrea shuddered at the thought of what could have been in the box and blinked to get the images out of her head. As Mark began to clean al her cuts and scrapes, more which Mark had noticed when they were taking her back to the house, Steve asked some light questions. Trying not to alarm her like they had before he tried a gentler approach and asked softly " Where did you get all these bruises Andrea ? "
Andrea looked, from what Mark was doing, up into Steve's eyes and seemed to be lost in thought, as if trying to think of what to say, or how to word it correctly. " I don't know " she replied simply, dropping her eyes to what Mark was doing. " You must know honey, things like these don't just appear for no reason " tried Mark Andrea looked down, again seeming to be lost in thought. When she held her head up she looked scared once again.
" How do I know I can trust you ? I mean, I have trusted you so far but..how do I really know ? " She looked up once more and waited for a response . Mark was about to speak up when he was surprised to see his son bend down and look Andrea in the eyes. He then put something in her hand.
Andrea's eyes went wide at what she saw " Your a cop ? " " Yes, I know it must be hard for you and lord knows, this is a little strange but..I won't do anything you don't want me to . But I need to know where you came from and what your so afraid of so I can help you. Do you understand? "
Andrea looked down at the badge in her small hand and closed her hand round it tighter. She sighed. " Alright"