Chapter 7
John was lying on the floor, breathing deeply and slowly and had his hand on his forehead. He had a few cuts on the rest of his face, but nothing serious.
Rose sat next to him, picked up his head and placed it in her lap. "Oh my God! John, what happened?!"
John opened his eyes, and cringed in pain. "Someone tried to jack your car. I had to stop him." He slowly tried to sit up.
She helped him sit up, and put her arm around his shoulder. "Wow. Thanks John. That was really, well...sweet of you."
He slowly tured his head around and looked at her. "Well, I care about ya girl. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know. Thanks so much. Are you okay though?"
"Ah, I'll be aight. I can handle pain."
"I know. So do you know who tried to steal it?"
"Nah, it was juss some punk. I wasn't gonna let him touch your kitty." He laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothin." He kept laughing.
She gently nudged his arm. "Come on! Tell me."
"Aight, fine. I think it's really cute that you called your Stang 'Kitty'." He laughed a little harder, then held his side. "Ah damn it! It hurts when I laugh hard."
She rubbed his back. "Then don't laugh so hard dumbass!" He looked at her. "I'm only kidding. Come on, let me help you up. I'll take you to your apartment." She put his arm around her shoulder and slowly picked him up to his feet. They walked to her car, where she helped him into the car. She drove off to his apartment.
It took her a while to get him upstairs and into his room. She walked him to his bed and had him lay down. He sighed. "Ah, thanks Rose."
"Don't mention it. Just relax, okay?"
"Aight." She began to take off his shirt. "Damn Rose. You want me that much?" He laughed, and had to hold his side again.
She laughed too. "Whatever. I'm just trying to help you." She saw the bruises he had on his arms and his body. "Holy hell! Who beat the shit outta you?"
"Like I said, some punk, who's ass I gotta kick."
She laughed again. "Okay. Now hang on a second okay? I'll be right back."
"Aight. I'll be waiting..." He waited until she walked into the bathroom. He yelled to her. "I'm waiting with my shirt off and laying in the bed!" He laughed softly. He heard her giggling as she walked to the kitchen.
She came back a few minutes later with two rags. One was soaked in really warm water; the other was wrapped around a bag of ice. She knelt next to the bed and put the ice on one of his big bruises. "Damn, that's cold!"
She smiled at him. "That's why it's called ice." He poked her side. She jumped up. "Hey! Don't do that! I'm ticklish there! Besides, I gotta take care of you."
He smiled at her. "Aight. Work your magic girl."
She held the warm, moist rag in her hand. "Now this is going to sting a li'l bit."
"You know I got a high tolerance for pain."
She laughed. "Whatever you say, Captain Invincible." She started to wipe the blood from his cuts. He cringed a little bit. "Told you it would sting."
He smiled. "Yeah, it did. But that's aight. You're bein gentle about it."
"Yeah, okay. Ya know, I don't have to be gentle. I could be rough." She winked.
He laughed. "Naw, I like the gentle you. It's sweet."
She started to smile again and went back to cleaning his cuts. After most of the blood was off his face, he fell asleep. She went to go sit on the sofa. She sat there, watching him sleep peacefully. After a few minutes, she got up and kissed his cheek. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Before she reached it, John's phone began to vibrate. She walked over and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hi. Can I talk to John please?"
"Um, he's sleeping right now, Can I give him a message for you?"
"Yeah. This is his girlfriend Julia. Can you have him call me when he wakes up?" Rose was completely silent. "Hello?"
"Sorry about that. Sure, I'll tell him."
"Thanks." She hung up.
Rose just stared at the phone. She put it down, found a pad and paper, and wrote, 'John, your girlfriend Julia called. She wants you to call her back. Hope you feel better! Love, Rose'. She grabbed her purse, and walked to her car. As she sat in the driver's seat, she had her hands on the steering wheel. The car was on, but remained motionless. Rose just sat there with tears streaming down her face.
John was lying on the floor, breathing deeply and slowly and had his hand on his forehead. He had a few cuts on the rest of his face, but nothing serious.
Rose sat next to him, picked up his head and placed it in her lap. "Oh my God! John, what happened?!"
John opened his eyes, and cringed in pain. "Someone tried to jack your car. I had to stop him." He slowly tried to sit up.
She helped him sit up, and put her arm around his shoulder. "Wow. Thanks John. That was really, well...sweet of you."
He slowly tured his head around and looked at her. "Well, I care about ya girl. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know. Thanks so much. Are you okay though?"
"Ah, I'll be aight. I can handle pain."
"I know. So do you know who tried to steal it?"
"Nah, it was juss some punk. I wasn't gonna let him touch your kitty." He laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothin." He kept laughing.
She gently nudged his arm. "Come on! Tell me."
"Aight, fine. I think it's really cute that you called your Stang 'Kitty'." He laughed a little harder, then held his side. "Ah damn it! It hurts when I laugh hard."
She rubbed his back. "Then don't laugh so hard dumbass!" He looked at her. "I'm only kidding. Come on, let me help you up. I'll take you to your apartment." She put his arm around her shoulder and slowly picked him up to his feet. They walked to her car, where she helped him into the car. She drove off to his apartment.
It took her a while to get him upstairs and into his room. She walked him to his bed and had him lay down. He sighed. "Ah, thanks Rose."
"Don't mention it. Just relax, okay?"
"Aight." She began to take off his shirt. "Damn Rose. You want me that much?" He laughed, and had to hold his side again.
She laughed too. "Whatever. I'm just trying to help you." She saw the bruises he had on his arms and his body. "Holy hell! Who beat the shit outta you?"
"Like I said, some punk, who's ass I gotta kick."
She laughed again. "Okay. Now hang on a second okay? I'll be right back."
"Aight. I'll be waiting..." He waited until she walked into the bathroom. He yelled to her. "I'm waiting with my shirt off and laying in the bed!" He laughed softly. He heard her giggling as she walked to the kitchen.
She came back a few minutes later with two rags. One was soaked in really warm water; the other was wrapped around a bag of ice. She knelt next to the bed and put the ice on one of his big bruises. "Damn, that's cold!"
She smiled at him. "That's why it's called ice." He poked her side. She jumped up. "Hey! Don't do that! I'm ticklish there! Besides, I gotta take care of you."
He smiled at her. "Aight. Work your magic girl."
She held the warm, moist rag in her hand. "Now this is going to sting a li'l bit."
"You know I got a high tolerance for pain."
She laughed. "Whatever you say, Captain Invincible." She started to wipe the blood from his cuts. He cringed a little bit. "Told you it would sting."
He smiled. "Yeah, it did. But that's aight. You're bein gentle about it."
"Yeah, okay. Ya know, I don't have to be gentle. I could be rough." She winked.
He laughed. "Naw, I like the gentle you. It's sweet."
She started to smile again and went back to cleaning his cuts. After most of the blood was off his face, he fell asleep. She went to go sit on the sofa. She sat there, watching him sleep peacefully. After a few minutes, she got up and kissed his cheek. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Before she reached it, John's phone began to vibrate. She walked over and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hi. Can I talk to John please?"
"Um, he's sleeping right now, Can I give him a message for you?"
"Yeah. This is his girlfriend Julia. Can you have him call me when he wakes up?" Rose was completely silent. "Hello?"
"Sorry about that. Sure, I'll tell him."
"Thanks." She hung up.
Rose just stared at the phone. She put it down, found a pad and paper, and wrote, 'John, your girlfriend Julia called. She wants you to call her back. Hope you feel better! Love, Rose'. She grabbed her purse, and walked to her car. As she sat in the driver's seat, she had her hands on the steering wheel. The car was on, but remained motionless. Rose just sat there with tears streaming down her face.