So, here's chapter 3! I'm hoping no one hates this story, but if someone does... oh well. Everyone's got haters (: Anyway, I should have chapter four up sometime this week. Review please! I don't own GH or it's characters. ENJOY!
The weight that had been crushing Carly, literally, was pulled off; allowing her to finally breathe deeply.
Not wasting any time, she struggled into a sitting position and quickly pulled up her panties and jeans. She brushed some of her tangled hair out of her face and watched a small nimble man wrestle with the greasy creep who had just –taken advantage of— her.
She shivered just thinking about what had happened. Carly had made herself vulnerable and easy prey for a sick bastard like Coleman.
When she saw Coleman go down for the count she blew out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Finally allowing herself to relax she closed her eyes and gently rested her head against the rugged brick wall.
Carly jumped at the unexpected voice that said, "'You okay?" Carly opened her eyes to see the young man kneeling down next to her, frowning.
Damn Caroline. You got this stranger feeling bad for you. You're on a roll tonight. It must be Tuesday, you are always a weak damsel in distress on Tuesdays.
Realizing she never answered the man, she shook her head to clear it and rasped out "Yeah, yeah. Thanks for saving me."
The man stared at Carly skeptically, "You sure? You've got a pretty bad gash on the back of your head..."
Carly reached up tentatively and skirted her fingers around the wound on her head, wincing at the pain touching it caused. "It's fine. I'll just go and take a shower..." Carly started, but dropped off when she realized she had no where to go.
ugh Carly thought. She squeezed her eyes shut and let her head fall against back against the wall, instantly regretting it as she cried out. Good job dumb ass.
Tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes and she hastily wiped them away hoping the man in front of her hadn't seen them.
She didn't think he did because he was currently turned around and talking in a hushed voice on his phone.
Taking advantage of the stranger's turned back, Carly tried to quickly get to her feet. Turns out she had to lean heavily on the wall, but that seemed to be better than what the man thought she would be able to do.
When he turned back around and saw her, Carly saw his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "What?" Carly asked irritably.
"Nothing, Nothing." the man said, holding his hands up in surrender, "I just didn't expect you to be able to get up on your own. You look pretty beat up."
"I've had worse." Carly said, just as her knees buckled. The man caught her before she could fall and as she looked into his eyes, she saw something she absolutely hated.
Pity.
There you go again Caroline. You are now officially oozing "feel bad for me" vibes. Go ahead and check that off your "to do" list.
She shook her head in disgust. But when she looked beyond the pity, she got a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach.
His eyes, when she was looking into them, it was like she was looking in a mirror. He had the same eyes; same shape, same color, he even had long eyelashes.
Before she could stop herself she asked "Who are you?" her voice sounding shaky.
He smirked and said, "Lucky. Lucky Spencer."