I had seven deliveries, seven! that's a lot of deliveries for one night, but I was determined to make my father happy.
My first delivery was to what I thought was some frat party, where this guy named Dan and his flatmate/boyfriend Phil opened the door. As it turns out it was not some frat party, just a night in with the both of them were in having a good time playing video games and doing whatever. I could barely hear the soundtrack to sonic the hedgehog over the music turned up, I think the band playing the music was called muse, but I don't remember cause they both had a lot to talk about weirdly. We lightly chatted and became acquaintances, they gave me their numbers and promised to hang with me sometime. My second delivery was to this house that had some yelling coming from inside, I knew that I never ever should invade someone's privacy but after the second voice, that of a woman's chimed in in the yelling, I had to investigate. I crawled stealthy to their window, that was open, and peered in, I saw something that horrified me. There was a boy, around my age who had pure white hair just standing there, taking every bad thing said about him with no signs of fear on his face. Then there were his parents, they were shouting every insulting slang for abusing the word "gay" in the books, I was shocked. Only when the father raised his fist did I turn to run to the door when I heard it, 'EMMA!' came from the white haired teen, 'EMILY!' came from the mother, a loud thump, and the blow came from the father. I slowly turned around and stood in shocked silence at the scene before me. The little girl who had been hiding in the hallway had jumped in the way of her brother being hit, she was now in her brother's arms as he grabbed his bag next to him and something off the shelf and dashed outside. "S-sir, your pizza." I said slightly shaking. He just grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into the delivery truck, I dropped the pizza in the process. "drive us to the hospital, please." He asked tending to the bleeding cut on the little girl's forehead. I started the truck and drove a little above the speed limit, but made in to the local ER in time. The drive there was silent until we got into the emergency room where the boy was separated from the little girl, she was rushed into the back room still unconscious. We weren't allowed into the back room until she woke up, so we sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. the boy groaned and put his head in his hands, I just put my hand on his back.
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A/N: I know, I know. "That's not realistic!" and, "Are you kidding?!" and also the usual; "are you 8?" IM FREKIN 13! OKAY?! whew, okay yes I know, I wrote this chapter LAST YEAR though, So it is crap, I get it. :'( Sorry for the disappointment. Honestly I don't remember how this chapter goes... I shall read it too! XP Bye now! (See ya when I update next!)