Gwen’s POV
I answered the call and she heard sirens from police cars. I stood up and look at my phone. I didn’t know this number.
“Cousin, it’s me. I know you didn’t know me yet but can you help us, please? Don’t tell this to uncle Harold. I’ll be dead if he knows. ”
I sighed and decided to believe her. Mom and dad went home first. I clean my table and put on my coat.
“Just tell me where are you,” she says. I drop the call and wait for her message. My dad must have given them my number because he wants us to be close to each other.
When I arrived at the hospital, she has scratches on her knees and she was staring at another girl. They must be siblings because of their appearance. She looks at me and groans when she stood up and pain strikes her knee. I went to her and check on them. They caught themselves in an accident.