It was late and I knew she wasn't awake but I needed a place to stay. Painfully I stood up and grabbed the telephone on the street corner. It rang three times,
"Hello?"
"Carolyn?" She sounded groggy,
"Yeah? April, is that you?"
"Yeah, hey can you do me a favor?"
"He hit you again didn't he? Where are you? I'm picking you up." She always came through for me,
"I'm at the corner by the park."
"I'll be there in a few minutes." I hung up the phone and slid down to the ground. My once white T-shirt was now a mix of dirt and blood. Slowly I shut my eyes as the rain began to pour. About ten minutes later a car pulled up next to me and three people emerged from the car,
"Gosh April." I felt a pair of gentle, yet strong arms lift me up and put me in the back. I opened my eyes ever so to see his face. Carolyn and the other got in the front and he stayed in the back with me. I felt my head being raised up slightly and then I realized he had lifted my head onto his lap as he cleaned the blood off the side of my head.
"April what'd he do this time?"
"Not much. Just a few bruised ribs and a nice cut." I felt my shirt move slightly as Carolyn checked my ribs out.
"April." Like I thought they were black and blue.
"Who did this?" I looked up into his eyes and saw anger and compassion.
"Shawn."
"Her step father." Carolyn clarified.
"AH!"
"Sorry."
"It's alright." As much as my head killed he was too sweet to snap at. In no time we were at Carolyn's house. The same one who helped me in the car helped me out. He carried me into the house and sat me on a bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Luke (pov)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was so light. She had a cut above her right eyebrow and her ribs were bruised beyond all belief. I carried her into Matt and I's room, and she was asleep before I even put her down.
"Carolyn…"
"April Porter. She's an American. Shawn's her step father who's an abusive, angry man." My eyes fell onto her sleeping form. She actually looked peaceful.