Holding Out For A Hero

Holding Out For A Hero [Chapter Seven]

Authour's Notice: My apologies folks, again, I was away. My summer break is not yet over, I don't return to school until the 5th, and I've been living up my summer. Sorry I couldn't upload for y'all, but here it is. I hope you enjoy it and that you'll forgive my lateness by commenting, voting and fanning. Thanks guys(: 

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Chapter Seven

Beau’s POV

 

            She’s afraid of hospitals, Harriet had whispered that night. We hadn’t rushed over there when she passed out in my arms because of her fear. Harriet was worried about her, but she was respecting unspoken wishes. Genevieve –as Harriet had informed me was the girl’s name- had remained unconscious. Even while a doctor Harriet had called came by to check her out. 

Genevieve was okay, there was no serious damage done. Nothing on the outside appeared to be fatal. It was the mental part we were worried about.  She could be carrying bad memories about the night of her attack and we wouldn’t know.

 I felt bad for her. She looked horrible and it had been two days. Small bruises hadn’t even begun to fade. Her face was still covered in welts and cuts that she had received. She hadn’t moved from the position I put her in. She stayed curled around herself as if she would break if she moved. I was afraid she would, which would probably explain why I couldn’t walk past the door to her room without checking on her.

School had been long. Nothing new had happened and yet I still felt like crawling in bed and just watching a movie. My muscles hurt from the latest practice. In just four months the school’s lacrosse team would be on their way to Nationals and Coach McPherson wanted us to be ready. There was no doubt that he worked us to our limits today. 

He wanted to win badly, and the lengths he would go through for that would be extreme. Coach McPherson hadn’t won Nationals even though his team had made it there fourteen years in a row. He was retiring this year and was determined that he’d go out with a bang.

“Harriet?” I called out as I walked through the front door, kicking off my shoes, “Hello?”

            Harriet didn’t respond, which was a little weird. Since Genevieve’s arrival, Harriet hadn’t strayed far from her bedside. Much less even leaving the house. She was certain that whoever had beaten Genevieve would find where she was staying and come back to finish the job. They would kill her this time.

            Personally, I believed none of this. Harriet was an over dramatic person. Nobody was going to hurt Genevieve. The person who did would never find her. I was sure of that.

I wandered into the kitchen where I hoped to find a note from her explaining where she had gone but instead I found nothing. Rummaging through the cupboards I grabbed a box of Oreos. I smiled in triumph, tucking the box under my arm and closed the cupboards. Before heading up the stairs I stopped. One thought crossing my mind, Genevieve.

Her bedroom was on the main floor. All the other bedrooms were upstairs. I know it worried Harriet that she was down there all by herself after someone had tried to kill her. I didn’t know the girl yet but it worried me too. But there was no other room in the house for her to stay, and she couldn’t sleep in the hallway upstairs.