"...You let your face grow long..."
All Audrey Blake wanted to do was get home in one piece. Preferably without falling over or losing her purse. So far, she'd been doing a good job if she did say so herself. Her feet dragged slightly, and she was pretty sure that home was only ten more minutes away.
"I am the eggman."
So getting sloshed without plans for a ride home might have not been the smartest thing in the world. Especially when home happens to be down a rather ominous dirt road. But when have nineteen year olds ever been the brightest crayon on the box?
"They are the eggman!"
Giggling, she silently congratulated herself as she narrowly missed tripping into the ditch. Even in the dim streetlight, she could see the mud shining. Still grinning, she stumbled along. Sweat beaded on her upper lip, and she swore to herself to never wear the leather jacket after July again.
"I am the walrus!"
Her pitch was warbly and so high pitched that soon only dogs would be able to hear it, but in that moment, she decided that she sounded just like Marilyn Monroe. She made a mental note to her sober self to get started on a demo tape.
"Goo goo g'-Fucking hell!"
The world tilted sideways as something limp and heavy slammed into her, sending her tumbling head first into the dirt and mud. The heavy thing landed solidly on top of her, effectively pinning her down.
"Fucking Christ!" She moaned. "What the fuck?"
Groaning, Audrey squirmed out from under the weight, cold mud squelching between her fingers and bare toes, heels having slipped off in the fall. Sitting up in the ditch, she squinted her eyes, waiting for the world to come back into focus.
Suddenly feeling incredibly sober, big brown eyes widened as she hesitantly reached out, giving the limp body a solid poke, flinching back as it whimpered.
"You alright there mate?" She asked uncertainly.
The guy just groaned, curling up into a ball. Audrey glanced around the empty street, wondering where he even came from. It was like he just popped up out of thin air.
Should she call an ambulance? Or maybe see if he had a phone on him? How did he even hit her so hard? She thought she would have heard him running toward her. All she had heard though was a loud crack before he was on top of her.
"Is there someone I can call? Do you need help?" She asked.
Finally, he looked up. Several wet strands of red hair plastered to his face. His hazel eyes blinked groggily at her. "H'lp."
His voice was cracked and hoarse, like he'd been screaming. His face was suddenly filled with so much pain and heartbreak, that Audrey felt her heart go out to him. She had always been a bit of a sucker for puppy-eyes. Gently, she squeezed his arm.
"Can you stand?"
Slowly and carefully, she managed to get her arm around his back and lift him to his feet. She was shocked out how light he was, definitely at least twenty pounds lighter than herself, and at a hundred and forty, she wasn't exactly heavy-set.
"What's your name?" She asked gently.
He just blinked again. "P'cy."
"Sorry?" She leaned in close until his breath was warm in her ear. He murmured again and this time she heard it.
"Percy? Alright Percy, do you want me to call someone?"
Blearily, he shook his head. Audrey sighed. "Where's your house? Or do you want me to call an ambulance?"
Again, he shook his head, confusion colouring his face. He was definitely on something. Even in the dark, Audrey could see that his pupils were blown. He wouldn't stop trembling either. Audrey thought that maybe she should just call an ambulance. If it wasn't drugs, it was some sort of mental breakdown and she didn't think she could deal with either.
Balancing the man against her, Audrey clumsily reached into her pocket for her phone. She then cursed rather loudly. Of course she had left it at home! The one time she actually needed the damn thing, and she left it at home!
Glancing at her shocky looking companion again, Audrey figured that she could probably just leave him here while she ran home to call the cops. Home wasn't that far off, and she could grab a blanket while she was there.
"H'lp," he said again, clutching at her jacket weakly. Wet eyes peered up at her, filled with fear.
"Shit," she muttered. "Alright. Think you can walk a bit?"
It quickly became obvious that he couldn't. With a roll of her eyes, she slung his arms over her shoulders and wrapped her arms under his thighs. He struggled weakly for a second as she hoisted him onto her back, but soon relaxed, his cold cheek pressed against hers.
He was light. Far too light for his height. She stumbled slightly, mind still foggy from copious amounts of whiskey. Maybe that was why bringing a passed out possible junkie (who she didn't plan to shag) home with her didn't seem like a terrible, or at the very least unconventional idea.
"You owe me," she muttered. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as he wrapped his arms around her neck. Her shoes remained forgotten in the mud.