Daisey from How I Live Now
Alfred from The Contender
Almost 2:00, can not be late. I rushed out the door, ran down my stairs and sprinted down the main street, straight to the gym. The sweat was dripping down his forehead straight into his eyes, his blinks were slow and burned. Just as one eye was shut he couldn't see where exactly he was going, Boom! Alfred landed straight down on his butt along with a girl.
“I’m so very sorry are you ok?” said alfred
“ I am fine” she said in a stutterd way.
Both got up and stood there just looking, her leg was bleeding, not a lot but not a little.
“Here come with me”
I took her hand and guided her to the gym. I'm surprised she actually trusted me, you can’t really trust anyone these days. Pulled out the keys, unlocked the door and turned on the lights to the gym.
“I’m Daisey, I just moved down here from Ireland. I lived in New York a long time ago and I don’t really have anywhere to stay.”
Hopefully she didn't notice that shocked look on my face. Guess I didn't think someone I just ran into would tell me there life story out of the blue. It was kind of nice being able to be trusted by a complete stranger that hasn't lived here for a while, and did I mention to different skin tones. I pulled out the first aid kit and started to clean off the blood using these non-stinging antibacterial wipes.
“Does that hurt, even a little?”
“It hurts a lot.”
Looking at Daisey's face expressions you can tell it was hard for her not to cry, like she was embarrassed or frightened that I was going to say something for it.
“My name is Alfred, Alfred Brookes, as you can see i'm a boxer, I started not too long ago and i've loved it ever since. I live with my aunt, just a couple blocks away.”
I put the band aid on her leg and let her walk around a little to observe this crazy situation.
“Where exactly were you heading Daisey?”
“I'm not really sure, I just thought I would walk around. I got a call from my mean stepmother saying that my father died about a week ago, so thats leaving me with her and we do not get along.”
Wondering why I have this feeling in my stomach. Is it a romantic feeling, a guilt feeling, a scared feeling, i'm not really sure. She gave me a look like it was time for her to take off and find wherever she needed to go.
“Alfred, thank you so much for healing my cut, it was very nice of you but i think i'm going to go find where I belong.”
“Are you sure you're ok? Here let me give you some money and a map of the city.”
“Wow, thank you for all of this, really but I should go, bye”
“Bye Daisey, it was nice meeting you.”
