After meeting with Mr. Reid I was off. Walking down the empty hallway I reached for my phone in my back pocket and dialed Blake's number. Putting the phone to my ear's he picked up on the first ring.
"Hello," He said in his sleepy voice.
"Blake my meeting is over, so I was wondering if you are not busy if you could come to get me?" I said hopefully.
"Yeah, wait for me, I'm on my way," with that said he ended the call.
Pushing the door open, I made my way outside, but I was stopped by some men circling me.
"What is a little girl doing here by herself? Do you want to have some fun?"
Having enough of their bull shit I tried pushing my way past when a jackass thought it was okay to grab a hold of my ass.
Turning around I grabbed a hold of his arm and flip him, I stared as he landed on the hard pavement with a thud.
"Touch me again, and you die!" I barked, with a snarled.
"You stupid little bitch!" He yelled while reaching for his knife, upon taking a hold of his knife he flicked it opened and charge at me. But I ducked while throwing a jab in his stomach.
Hearing him grunt in pain, I knew I hit him good.
"I'm going to make you regret doing that bitch!" He spat.
In the corner of my eyes, I saw one of his friends charging at me with his knife, but I did a roundhouse kick. Hitting him in the neck knocking him out cold.
I took my eyes off idiot #1 for just a split second to look at my attacker. When suddenly idiot #2 charged at me, cutting me on my right arm.
I staggered backward, but I regained my balance when I saw blood trickling down my arm. While his friends laugh and cheer him on.
This is going on far too long now.
Walking over to him, I blocked all his punched and hit him in the face. Breaking his nose in the process.
"You break my fucking nose!" He yelled while wiping away the blood oozing from his nostrils.
"When I'm done with you, your nose is going to be the least of your concern!" I spat at him taking slow steps towards him.
I stared as he ran over to me in hopes of cutting me in the face. But I moved my head just in time and grabbed a hold of his wrist with my left hand. And punch him in the neck with my right fist.
I watched as he gasped for air, seeing that he was in pain I did a roundhouse kick. Hitting him in the face, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.
Hearing the rev of an engine I looked up and saw Blake speeding towards us. Upon nearing us he turned his engine off and headed over towards me.
"Are you okay?" That was the first thing he asked when he approached me.
"Yeah, I can't say the same for that guy though," I said pointing at the now unconscious man. He was sprawled out on the cold pavement.
"What happened here?" Blake asked.
"After my little talked with idiot #1," I said pointing at the first guy who grabbed my ass.
"I punched him down when he decided that he's going to kill the bitch. But get his ass whooped instead," I spoke in a mockery voice.
"Now for idiot #2," I said pointing to the second guy. "I don't know what his deal was, he charged at me, but I deflected his hit and knocking him out cold."
"Your bleeding let's get you back to my place, so I can get your wound cleaned, so it won't get infected."
Nodding at him, I followed behind to his bike. After bringing the engine to life we speed off in the direction of his house. Arriving back his place, he led me down the empty corridor to the infirmary room.
"Where is everyone?" I asked, seeing that the once crowded house was now empty.
"They were instructed to stay out of sight, so they're probably down in the basement," He replied.
"What's there...." But before I could get the rest of the word's out he was pushing the white door open. Which I presume is the infirmary.
Stepping Inside he led me over to a small white hospital bed.
"Sit,"
Complying with his order, I made my way towards the bed, while I watched as he rampages through the cupboards.
After finding what he was looking for, he walked over and made his way to the stool that was placed in front of me. As he wiped away all the dry blood with alcohol and cotton, I took my time to examine his outfit.
He was wearing black joggers that sit low on his waist, a white muscle t-shirt, a black hooded jacket. With white Adidas sneakers, a black digital watch, and his black here was messy all over his head.
"Checking me out I see?" He asked with that stupid signature smirk of his.
"I've seen better," I answered, rolling my eyes at him.
But he just laughs like I've said something funny,
"You wished," was all he said before breaking into the next fit of laughter.
He was beautiful with dimples on both his cheeks and I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
"So, do you have any siblings?" I asked when our laughter died down.
But it looked like my question triggered a memory because the next thing I knew he was staring off into space.
Nudging him in the arm he turned to me and said, "I had a sister she was older than I by a year. She was the most outgoing person I knew with her fiery personality, she was a lot like you."
"What happened to her?"
"Wrong place, the wrong time I suppose. My mom had sent her to a nearby store when some gang members came to rob the store which led to a shoot-out. And she was hit, she died on the spot."
"I'm so sorry, Blake."
"You must be tired, let's get you to a room."
I Nodded at him even though he can't see because he had already walked off. I trailed behind him down the corridors. When he led me to a door which I presume to be the guest room.
"You can sleep here for the night, my room is just next door. So I'll go and get something from my room, so you can freshen up and change into it."
"Okay," I said, making my way inside the room, it was beautiful. The walls were colored in cream, a queen-sized bed was in the middle neatly made with gray spread. There was a walk-in closet in the corner of the room, a vanity table, and a small bookshelf.
2 doors, one leading to the balcony and the other is to the bathroom.
Stripping out of my clothes, I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. After washing and rinsing both my hair and body, I reached over on the towel rack for a towel. Then wrapped it around my body.
Entering into the room there was a knock on the door. Walking over I, unlocking the door and Blake was leaning on the door frame with layers of clothes in his hand.
As he handed them to me, he turned to leave. "Blake, I called out to him."
"Yeah,"
"Thanks for sharing your sister's story with me, and thanks for these," I said holding up the clothes.
"Okay," He said, walking away.
Closing the door behind me with a smile I attempted to change into his clothes when suddenly there was a knock.
Who could it be?
I walked over opening up the door and Blake was standing there.