Saving his life

“Why do I have to park down the road?” Austin complained. “Because if my mum sees you then she will want you to come inside” I explained. “Would that be so bad?” He smirked and placed his hand to my thigh. Austin is my boyfriend and childhood sweetheart. We have been together for 2 years and today is our 2 year anniversary. He took me out for a romantic dinner to celebrate, however I had work early in the morning so I needed to get an early night. I work in a clothes shop in town, I’m not overly fond of my job but it pays the bills. I have to open up with Shelly in the morning and I didn’t want to feel like a zombie whilst I was at work.  My mum is obsessed with Austin and gets on really well with him. Once she starts talking to him, she won’t stop. I know for a fact if she sees that he’s here then she will invite him in for a drink.  “Yes Austin, that would be bad. I will never get to bed and will probably end up being late for work” I said, removing his hand from my thigh.  He wasn’t giving up that easily and glared at me with seductive eyes. He had scruffy chestnut coloured hair and light brown eyes. His body was of an average build but it was very misleading because underneath his clothes he was muscly and toned.  “Even if it was just for a night cap?” He implied and replaced his hand, guiding it towards my groin. I slapped it firmly and moved it once again. “Just stop it Austin, I’ve said no” I exclaimed and he pouted like a sulky child. I shook my head at him and exited the car. I slammed the door and started walking towards my house, watching him speed off in a mood. I rolled my eyes at his pathetic behaviour and continued walking. He always has to push his luck, he just can’t take no for an answer and it frustrates me sometimes.  I was only a few doors away when I heard the sound of a loud exhaust, speeding through the streets. It was getting louder as it sped closer to my direction. Suddenly, the car skidded round the corner at the end of the road and drove towards me. My body felt jolted from the danger that was clearly speeding towards me and I ran behind a post box that was near by. The car screeched to a halt and I peered out from the side of the box. The car was a dark blue Mercedes with four doors and a huge exhaust pipe at the back. All of the windows except the front main screen were tinted black and I couldn’t see anything inside. Within seconds, the back door opened and a male was thrown from the car with force. He groaned as he hit the pavement and the door shut before the vehicle sped off. I was in shock, I didn’t know what to do. Do I run for my house or do I wait and see what’s going on? I hate how nosy I am sometimes, I knew it could get me into trouble one day.  The male stumbled to his feet with a growl and ran his fingers through his black, swept back hair. It was neatly shaved on the sides, leaving the top of it along so it could be styled. His arms were fairly thick with muscle and covered with tattoos. He seemed dangerous, but for some reason that excited me. The lamppost he was stood under didn’t reveal much detail, but I could see that he was stunning and perfectly shaped.  He wrapped his arm around his waist and growled in pain before looking up to see me peering from the post box. I quickly hid and shut my eyes, praying he didn’t see me. But it was obvious that he did from the way our eyes connected.  “I can see you señorita” his tone rumbled. f**k. I didn’t move a muscle, I was too frightened to. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you” he reassured and I stood up straight. I walked around the post box and stood a few feet away from him. I noticed how beautiful his dark brown eyes were, his mouth was beautifully shaped and his toned skin was aching to be touched. I needed to control myself. Why did I want to touch him so badly, I don’t know him? I didn’t realise how long I had been staring at him for until he snapped me from my trance. “Something interesting hermosa?” He asked me, raising his eye brow. “I’m sorry, I... I don’t speak spanish” I stuttered. The corners of his mouth arched into a smirk and he chuckled. “You don’t speak Spanish, yet you knew I was speaking it?”. My cheeks turned red with embarrassment and I gazed down at the ground.  “I... I should be going” I muttered as I turned around to walk towards my house. He took my wrist in his grasp to stop me from walking away. I gasped in panic and gripped my keys tightly, ready to defend myself if I had to. “Wait hermosa, I didn’t catch your name” he sad still gripping at his side. “That’s because I didn’t give you it” I bluntly replied. He glanced down at my hand that was tightly holding my keys and smirked. “Do I frighten you?” He said slightly amused. “No, I just know how to defend myself” I replied defensively. He let go of my wrist and smiled.  “That’s cute” he said before swaying off balance. I instinctively reached for him to steady his body. He moaned in pain and I looked up at him. “Woah” I said as his body slumped and he dropped down to the ground. I couldn’t hold his weight as he was roughly 6ft 4 and I was only 5ft 3. Sitting on the pavement, he hunched over, still holding his waist and moaning in agony. His white t-shirt had the outline of a bloody patch that was seeping through the fabric. My eyes widened once I noticed it and he fell back into the lying position. His hand moved from his side and I noticed the severity of his injury. “s**t! What happened?!” I panicked, removing my coat and placing down beside him whilst I inspected his wound. I lifted his shirt and noticed he had a stab wound on the side of his waist. I couldn’t help but scan his perfectly chiselled body that had sharply dipped abs. He was beautiful and even his torso had a few large tattoos on them.  “Like what you see?” He smirked with his eyes hardly open. I ignored his smug comment and pressed my coat against his wound to try and stop the bleeding. I called an ambulance and sat beside him, still holding the wound.  “Stay with me” I commanded and he smirked at me.  “Am I going to die?” He asked me with a hint of fear in his eyes. I shook my head confidently and replied “no, you’re not going to die, I won’t let you”. His expression softened at my words and he smiled at me. His eyes were closing and he breathed one more word. “Hermosa” he whispered and closed his eyes completely. I shook him gently, trying to get him to wake up. Oh f**k, what if he’s dead?! I scanned the road for any sign of the ambulance. As if on cue, the sirens filled the air and the blue flashing lights illuminated the street. They pulled up next to us and the paramedics rushed over.