Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Turning, I face toward the clubhouse once more.
A set of headlights flash into my eyes as a car moves down the road, going rather quickly. I didn’t even hear it coming, it’s as if it appeared out of nowhere. I step off the road and onto the soft dirt along the side, but the car doesn’t slow down. As it approaches, something inside me goes on full alert. I’m not entirely sure what exactly it is, but something tells me danger is present. As the car nears, I can very clearly hear it accelerate. I can’t see the driver, or even what kind of car it is—the headlights are nearly blinding.
I take another step off the road, but as the car nears, I watch in horror as it swerves. Instinct kicks in, and I throw myself backward just as the deafening sound of tires screeching fills my ears, a sharp pain in my leg shooting through my body as I tumble backward down the small ledge off the road. By the time I hit the bottom, panic filling my body, my shock outweighing my instinct, the car has gone.
Someone just tried to hit me.
Someone ... wanted to kill me.
Lying in the dust, panting heavily, my leg aching, I’m too afraid to move. I’m scared that if I stand, I’ll crumble.
Voices fill my ears as the light on people’s phones come near, and at the top of the ledge, a group appears. “Someone has been hit!”
I watch, my lungs burning from the fall, as the crowd gets bigger and two men come running down the slope toward me. They skid to a stop, flashing their lights on me. I’m not moving, I’m just lying on my back, scared and confused. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I don’t ...” I croak. “I don’t know.”
A man with long, dark hair squats down beside me, reaching out and carefully running his fingers over my face and flashing his light over my body.
“That car ... did it hit you?” he asks.
“My leg, I think. I dove out of the way before it could do anymore damage.”
He moves down to my leg, running a hand over my knee. I wince, and he carefully lifts my leg up, inspecting it. “Doesn’t look broken, but you’ve got a good amount of blood here. Do you want me to call an ambulance or take you inside and clean you up?”
I don’t know who this man is, but he’s kind, and I appreciate him right now.
“I’m okay, we’ll just clean it up,” I whisper.
“Alright, count of three, I’m going to help you up.”
He counts to three, while leaning down and letting me put my arm around his shoulder. Then, he hauls me up. My leg is sore, but I can put weight on it, so he’s right about the fact that it isn’t broken. My body is tender, and I know I’ll be sore tomorrow, but, mostly, I can’t get my mind of the fact that someone just tried to kill me. Someone was going to hit me as if I were nothing more than a stray animal.
I knew I was in danger, but the reality of just how much became clear tonight.
“What’s goin’ on?”
Western’s deep voice has me gritting my teeth and closing my eyes as the man comes to a stop on the side of the road. I keep my head down, I can’t stand the thought of him doing any more damage tonight than he already has. I’m exhausted. I can’t take much more.
“Someone just tried to hit this girl.”
“Bonnie?”
Fury’s voice fills my ears, and I lift my head to see him standing beside Western, both of them looking at me.
“I’m fine,” I mutter. “I just want to go home.”
“She’s bleeding,” the man holding me explains. “I’m going to clean her up before she can go anywhere.”
There are so many people gathered around, and Luna’s voice fills my ears as she shoves through the crowd, rushing over to me. “Oh my god, Bonnie, what happened? What were you doing out here?”
“I ... It doesn’t matter. Someone tried to hit me. I’m okay.”
“What?” she shrieks, her eyes widening. “What do you mean someone tried to hit you?”
“I don’t know, it’s ... Let’s just get cleaned up so we can go home,” I say.
“Night,” Fury mutters as we move past them, “this ain’t good.”
If only Fury understood ...
Western doesn’t care.
Luna takes over helping me into the club, and the man who assisted me, follows. Moving into the main area, I sit on the sofa and try to avoid any eye contact with the group of people staring, some of them whispering as they watch. I’m the talk of the town right now. At the very least, I got the attention off Western for a moment.
Luna squats down in front of me, inspecting my leg, and someone brings a first-aid kit. It’s the guy who helped me, and I feel guilty that I didn’t even bother to ask his name. “Thank you, for what you did,” I say to him. “I’m Bonnie, by the way.”