This Seems Innappropriate
919 Words
Lorelei
"You need to pick up some eggs and spinach."
"Mom, I know, you sent me the list, remember?"
"Yeah but you always forget," she scolds and I sigh, snapping in my seatbelt.
"I'm gonna head to the grocery store currently leaving work."
"Great, you should be home for dinner this time then."
"Yes mother, I will see you in a bit."
Hanging up, I let out another exasperated sigh before finally starting up my car. The shop closed a bit earlier today because if I must admit, things have been unbelievably slow. It's a miracle that Mr. Barry, my boss, hasn't let me go yet. People just aren't as interested in flowers anymore.
The ride to the grocery store was quick seeing that it was only 10 minutes away. I spent less than five minutes in after grabbing the spinach and the eggs.
Walking back to my car, I heard loud pops coming from the distance. I stand for a moment, trying to recognize the sound but end up shrugging it off instead, continuing the walk to my car. A bag in one hand, my keys in the other, I shoved it into the key slot at the same time that something heavy slams into my door.
"s**t!" I step away, my eyes widening.
A man who couldn't be much older than me really, leaned into my door, clutching his stomach. I gape as blood soaks his shirt, dripping slowly onto the ground. I look around quickly to see if anyone had followed him, but nothing seemed out of the blue.
"A-are you okay?"
The popping sounds erupted into the air, louder this time, and I realized that it was gunshots.
My heart hammered against my chest, my fingers trembling as I thought about what next.
The man seemed to be losing consciousness, his breathing uneven. Without thinking, I pulled open my back door.
"Are you in trouble?" I ask him, trying to keep him awake. He nods weakly.
"O – Okay um – let's get you into the back before the bad guys come, alright?"
The man struggles to lift his eyes, but he does. He lets out a laugh that turns into a bloody cough. "I . . . am the bad guy."
"Yeah well, you're bleeding out here so come on."
He was heavy, very heavy, but I got him in. The atmosphere was quiet, but that's exactly why something had to be wrong. I quickly got into my vehicle, glancing at him from the rearview but he was already looking at me.
"You need to drive, now," he croaks. I don't question him.
"Where? Where do I take you?"
"Not to the hospital," he says, shutting his eyes.
"Not the hospital isn't a place," he groans in response and I gulp, "you're bleeding out sir, I – I need a place."
Mystery man was obviously knocked out on my seats, bleeding out.
"I swear to – if you die on my seats I will –"
"What? Kill me?"
"I'm driving aimlessly over here, just give me a place?"
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"Why isn't he at the hospital Lorelei?!"
"I – I didn't know what to do, James. He said not to bring him to one."
"So you bring him here," James turns to glare at me and I shrug.
Thankfully, James, my best friend, was a doctor, and although he hated me right now, he seemed to be doing a great job.
"After this, he needs to go to the hospital so that they can care for him."
"I . . . will be sure to let him know that."
"Who is this man anyway?"
"I don't know, he just slammed into my car door."
"f**k Lorelei."
"I know, I know," I clasp my hands together, faking a smile so that he wouldn't stab me with his scalpel.
"And where is he supposed to spend the night?"
I let out a nervous laugh, "good thing you live alone, right?"
"f**k you," he snaps and I quickly drop my head.
"Thanks, I love you."
I waited with James as he finished up on mystery man. There were three bullets, one in the leg, one in his stomach, and the other in his shoulder.
"You should stay over, you're the only familiar face right now," James washes off his hands and I bite the inside of my cheek.
"I had to get my mom eggs and spinach."
"Is it in the car? I'll drop it off," James leans on the counter and I sigh.
"She's going to kill me, and you know it."
"I definitely know it."
"Okay I'll . . . I'll just wait until he's up."
"Good girl, 'cause I'm not sleeping alone with a man who has a Glock in his gun holder and a jackknife in his boots."
"Oh . . . "
"Also if you look at the tattoo on his inner wrist, the scorpion, your rescuee is a gang member," James grabs his key before leaving his house while I stare open-mouthed at the man lying in front of me.
Mystery man has been updated to Gang member man, and he was all bandaged up. I place a hand on my hip, the other on my forehead before sighing. Taking a seat on a chair on the opposite side of him warily, I couldn't help but stare at him.
Gang member man actually looked . . . handsome when you looked closely. Wait, I'm sorry, is this inappropriate? This seems inappropriate.
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