Hello! This was a little something I thought up this morning and was thinking about it all day while I was at school. Hope you enjoy! Will be posting another chapter very soon. Thanks!
When I was a little girl, only about twelve or so, I took my first ride on a motorcycle. I was chubby for my age, wearing clothes for girls a few years older than me, and all I wanted that day was an ice cream cone from Henry's Sweet Shop. I gathered my change stash, a meager handful or dimes and nickels, and slipped past my passed out mother. She fell asleep on the couch most nights, a vodka bottle hanging from her fingers. I closed the door quietly behind me and went on my waddling way.
The change jingled in my pocket as I made my way down the cracked sidewalk and I hummed along to the music it made. It was around five o'clock and the summer heat was slowly winding down, a slight breeze lifting my dull brown hair. Waving to the neighbors as I walked, I remember feeling normal. My mother kept her habit mostly contained, only drinking within the confines of our home.
I was about a block away from Henry's when I felt like someone was following me. I resisted the urge to look back at first but gave in moments later. Two boys from school loomed only feet behind me, snickering obnoxiously. I recognized them as the Retty brothers and immediately sped up my pace. They were notorious bully's, terrorizing everyone that crossed their paths.
"Hey fatso!" I recognized William Retty's voice, my heartbeat speeding up at the insult.
I began to jog slightly but stopped as a sharp pain spread through my scalp. The pavement greeted my face as I tripped forward. The coppery taste of blood spread over my tongue, assaulting my already dulled senses.
"And the elephant goes down!" James shouted, pressing a sneaker clad foot between my shoulder blades. I yelped in pain but was silenced by a swift kick to the ribs. All air left my body and tears brimmed in my blurry vision.
"Make the piggy squeal!" James laughed and delivered another painful blow to my ribs. I heard a scuffle and the pain between my shoulders lessened. I remained on the ground for what seemed like hours before a hand delicately touched the top of my head.
"It's alright 'darlin," The voice was gruff yet soft, "Those boy's won' be hurtin' ye no more."
I rose my gaze and met that of a young man of only about twenty four. Two deep scars spread the length of each cheek. He offered me a sympathetic smile and a leather gloved hand.
"You're pretty beat up lass," His accent both dazzled and confused me, "I think ye need to go to the 'ospital."
"How do you know?" I suddenly found my voice, it was shaky but firm. I hated hospitals and knew that they would have to call my mother. Everyone would know the person she really is.
"How do I know?!" He exclaimed in mock horror, a calloused hand flying to his chest, "I was a medic in her majesty's army."
I realized the immense pain in my body moments later as I watched blood drip from my face onto the cracked concrete. The man pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and gingerly placed it on my cheek. His blue eyes were full of concern as he accessed my injuries.
"Why don' you hop on my bike and I'll take you to the closest 'ospital, yea?" He insisted, lifting me to my feet as if I was the lightest feather on earth.
As we approached the sleek black motorcycle on the curb I was at a loss on how to get onto it. Without a word he lifted me yet again and placed me on the front of the seat. A helmet was placed on my head seconds later.
"Hold tha' to your cheek and try no' to wiggle too much," He plopped himself on the seatback behind me and secured a strong arm around my waist, "We'll drive slow but if ye' feel sick tell me so I can pull ova'."
My head began to swim at that moment. The loss of blood mixed with an extreme fall in adrenaline was making it almost impossible to keep my eyes open. I gave a drowsy nod and the bike came alive beneath us. The vibrations began to lull me into a deeper state of oblivion.
"I'm Filip by the way." He spoke louder over the rumbling engine. I had never met anyone named Filip before.
"Kota."
I awoke three hours later in a warm hospital bed, my mom occupying the seat beside me. She was a nursing a cup of coffee, no doubt trying to appear sober to the doctors. She looked up and offered me a weak smile, no words of comfort followed. Filip was nowhere in sight.
Little did I know my knight in shining armor would ride into my life again…Changing It forever.
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