Chapter 6
a/n I apologize for the short chapter, and the long wait for more, as I have been in the Dominican Republic. Next chapter should be up soon.
It was now that Sheldon found himself standing outside Amy's apartment building shivering. The sky held big, puffy, white clouds that didn't necessarily make you think it was going to rain, but at that moment they did happen to block the sun. The wind wasn't helping either. Sheldon estimated that it was probably 15-20 mph winds. He started pacing around to keep warm. How am I going to get home? He thought. I have no money, so a taxi is not an option.He pursed his lips into a thin line, deep in thought. I don't have my cell phone, so I can't call Leonard to pick me up.He stopped pacing for a moment then chuckled to himself. "Who would want Leonard driving anyway? He was obviously suffering from the events that occurred last night. Cooper, you crack me up." His chuckling had subsided abruptly and he began his pacing again. You don't have your buss pants with you- you should really have a pair of those with you in your messaged bag. He stopped then- his messenger bag.
He had forgotten it in Amy's apartment. Drat.Now he was going to have to go back there and grab it. He hoped while he was in there again Amy would not make him succumb to his baser urges, but he made himself no promises. Sighing, he turned around only to be knocked down off of his feet and on to the pavement. Once he could open his eyes again, he found that one of Amy's neighbors- a teenager- had blasted him right in the face with a powerful hose. He hissed under his breath. He was soaking wet and scowling. Just then, the teenager approached him. "What's wrong Mr.?" He asked in the most innocent voice. Sheldon huffed, trying to catch his breath. The teenager shot him a sly gin and raised the hose once more, seeking for Sheldon to raise his arms in defeat. When he just sat there with a look of horror on his face, the teenager dropped the hose and proceeded to kick him- hard- in his man hood several times. Sheldon winced multiple times from all the pain and he had shut his eyes closed tightly. When he opened them, there were now several teenagers surrounding him and they almost instantly joined in, kicking and punching his face as well as his manhood. He whimpered out in pain and suddenly he heard a shout from one of the directions as the teenagers scattered. He heard doors slam and then everything went quiet except for the occasional car that drove by.
He didn't trust his legs at the moment so he lay there on the pavement for a while longer before rising off the ground and slowly limping towards Amy's apartment to retrieve his bag. He took one step, winced at the pain and almost fell to the ground once more. When he steadied himself, he lightly ran a finger across his face, only to find it swollen. He didn't want to face his girlfriend with a hurt face and hurt genitals. Unfortunately, he had no other option so he continued walking again.
After about ten minutes or so, he finally made his way to the entrance of the building. He decided that he didn't want anybody but Amy to see him in this state, so he kept his head down on the ground. It was a slow, painful process to make it up the stairs, but he finally did and he found himself inches away from Amy's door.