I cough out blood as Gamzee stomps onto my gut. I sputter as he pulls me out of the bedroom. Gamzee couldn't find any of his cocaine, and blames me for losing it. I tried telling him to look in his chair, but I couldn't have possibly gotten a word in from all the punches and kicks. I now have a black eye and cut lip on my face, along with countless new bruises on the rest of my body.
"Dn't you fucking come back until you tell me where my mother fucking drugs are!" Gamzee shouted, tossing me out of the motel. He slammed the door, leaving me quivering on the pavement only wearing a sweater and a pair of sweat pants. No socks. No shoes. No ice or anything to help my eye.
I sigh and hug myself. I've only ever been kicked out once. The whole night I sat curled up next to the door, hoping Gamzee would at least give me a blanket. It was early spring then, and still very cold.
Like right now. Only it's fall instead. It's midday, so I have pleantly of time to wander before having to come back to sleep. Maybe Sollux is at the park?
Probably not. I trudge away from the motel lot, my feet stepping on rocks here and there making me wince in pain. I should go visit Sollux. I mean, it wouldn't hurt, right? Gamzee wouldn't be after me all day, and what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right?
Right/ The only one who would get hurt is me. Shouldn't I be worried about that? Why do I want to see Sollux so badly?
I tsk and try and remember the address.
22 Hydra Lane.
Okay. And its only a few blocks from the park. It shouldn't be that hard to find. I glide my hand up to my swollen eye. I've had worse, but still it hurts like fuck.
I squint to see a street sign across the road, when suddenly my feet roll out from under me and I landed hard on my hip. I yowl in pain and grip my side. The bruises didn't help.
"OH MY GOSH!" a girl voice called. A tall girl ran over to me, worry plastered onto her face. She had dark, shoulder length hair, and red tinted eye glasses. Her clothes were teal and red which matched her look. "Are you okay! I'm so sorry!"
I groan and sit up, trying to calm myself from yelling at the girl. "I'm fine..." I mutter darkly "just a broken hip..."
She puts a hand out and I quickly hit it away. "I really am sorry. I didn't think my skateboard would hurt anyone."
I climb to my feet and look up at her. "I'm fine!" I snap, seeing her still worried expression.
"Yeah, you just... Look kinda..."
I flush and look away. Damn it. Not again. I don't need pity! "Beat up?" I finish for her.
She coughs a little. "Yeah... D-Did my skateboard do that? 'Cause I'm even more sorry if it did."
"No. No. I'm fine. Seriously."
She pursed her lips and nodded reluctantly. "Well, is there anyway I can help you? I could... I don't know... get you shoes?"
I blush brighter and glance up at her. "No! I have fucking shoes! I don't need your sympathy!"
She sighed and nodded. "Is there ANYTHING I can do?"
I glance away. I internally curse myself for what I was about to ask. "Do you know where Hydra lane is?"
She smiled. "Yeah! My boyfriend, Mituna, lives there! The streets just down the road a bit then yo-"
"Mituna?" I interrupt.
She chuckles a bit. "Yeah, it's a strange name, but he's a sweet guy."
"Does he have a brother... Sollux?" Her expression quickly turned to surprise.
"Yeah. You know him?"
I nod and wring my hands together. "I was actually going to his place now..."
She seemed to grin wider, her mind obviously filled with something she doesn't plan to share. "Well, I'm guessing you haven't been over before?"
I shake my head. Was it that obvious? Of course it is! I didn't even know where the street was.
"I'll take you there. It was a little over whelming for me the first time I went over." She laughed and put her hand out.
I gulped and placed my bruised hand into hers. She quickly tightened her grip and began pulling me down the pavement. My feet struggle to keep up the fast pace. I feel the muscles in my legs protest suck unwanted stress. My lungs heaved and the bruises on my hand throbbed as this girl kept her tight grip. Damn she was fucking strong.
