9 Bryanna

When I arrived at Wes place after speeding here, to my surprise Bryanna was on the front porch still waiting for me.

"Paul! I am so happy that you are okay, and… have you been working out? I mean you are looking great… well anyways I stopped by to give this to you, but Wes said that you went to class today. So, I just waited here until you returned."

I ignored the question about if I had been working out. She should know that I am too lazy to even want to get up from my own bed, let alone exercise.

"Thanks! What is it?" I asked as I was receiving it from her.

She tilted her head to the left and smiled, "Open it up and find out."

That smile of hers… there is just something about it… that I like.

Bryanna E. Wilson is a childhood friend of mine. We met at an accident I had when I was only five, I got run over by an oncoming car.

I was riding around the block on the new bike that I had gotten for Christmas from my dad. That day of the accident was the first time I rode it without any training wheels, and I thought I was a badass riding my bike with them off.

It happened so fast, and I did not see the car coming. The last thing I heard was the car engine revving up and the car's tires screeching as I lay on the ground. I was able to pick my head up while still in a daze and saw that car stop and the person in the driver seat staring back through the rearview mirror. It looked like a woman was driving the car, but not once did she bother to step outside her car to check and see if I was okay, or if I was in need of any medical attention.

I struggled to move on the ground as I was trying to get up. I felt something warm and wet on my hands. I looked at my hands which were now drenched in blood, my blood. Panic and fear filled me when I saw a pool of my own blood starting to form around my cut-up legs.

The car peeled out leaving nothing but smoke and the smell of burnt rubber in the air. I'm guessing that the person did not want to deal with the consequence, or possibly go to jail. That and I am pretty sure the person was just as freaked out as I was. She knew that she had messed up.

I screamed and yelled while I was on the ground for help. Time seemed like forever, and that no one would come to my aid.

That is when Bryanna passed by.

"Do you need help?!" she yelled at me as she stood by in horror.

I screamed with tears rolling down my cheeks, "Yes!"

"Stay right there! I live on the other side of this street. I am going to go get help from my parents."

I just nodded at her and watched as I saw her run to the street. It's not like I can go anywhere, I cannot get up and walk away, I am in pain, and I could not move my legs because it hurt so much when I tried.

After what felt like an eternity, she came with her family and her dad brought his car over and put bags on the back seats then personally put me in his car and took me to the hospital.

The nurses immediately injected me with Lidocaine to numb parts of my body. They took x-rays and ran blood work to see what was wrong with me if it wasn't obvious enough by looking at my bloody legs.

After everything was done, I was in my room waiting for the doctor to come in and tell me that I was dying. I was just nervous and overthinking this whole situation.

The door to my room opens and a man in a long white lab coat walks in with a black clipboard in his right hand. He had short gray hair that was combed back and humming a soothing tune. The doctor closes the door slowly behind him and stops humming, "I like to hum a tune around patients. It is said to relax people, and others say that at the right frequency, it can even help to heal a person."

That is incredible if it is true!

"You are incredibly lucky to be alive young man. Your right leg has a minor fracture and quite a bit of blood."

I started to panic and cry, "Will I be able to walk again?!"

The doctor chuckles a bit and starts to explain, "Calm down, of course you will. We replaced the blood that you lost, and the leg will heal in about 6 to 8 weeks, but you will be wearing a cast and either use crutches or a wheelchair until it heals. Personally, I think you should use a wheelchair. That way you have someone always pushing you to where you need to go."

I was so happy once he said that, and it wasn't a bad idea to have someone push me around until they got tired of me and decided to push me down a flight of stairs. I shook my head up and down with tears and snob running down my face.

"Other than that; you have some cuts and bruises, but those will heal up in no time. I will also prescribe you some painkillers and you will be released as soon as your parents come to get you."

Just like that, the doctor left my room.

About 30 minutes later, I see the door to my room slowly creep open and I start to see a dirty blond head popping out into view.

"Hey… How are you feeling?" asked Bryanna.

"I feel fine right now, and I still cannot move my legs. I must still be under medication."

She walked next to the side of my bed, "The doctor told us that you have a broken leg."

"Yeah, he said that it will take a couple of weeks to months to heal, but I will be fine."

She lifted a gift bag up, "Here I brought you something."

I said surprised, "Y-You did?!"

"Here."

I quickly opened it up, "It's candy! Thank you! You're the best!"

As Bryanna was walking away, she quickly turned around and handed me a piece of paper, "One more thing, this is my house number, call me when you get out of here and we can hang out! Well, my dad is waiting for me in the lobby, bye!"

That smile… It was the first time she smiles at me.

Ever since then, she would come over and play with me or vice versa.

I noticed as we were both growing up, she was not your typical girly girl; which was too bad, because she is pretty attractive with her petite body, and if she were to dress more girly than a tomboy; she would not be able to get the guys' off her.

She also has these beautiful amber eyes and when you are outside in the sun with her or in good lighting; you can see the yellow russet tint in them. They say people who have amber eyes are rare to come across. I thought they might have been hazel or light brown at first.

She never had her hair longer than her neck or what most people would call, "A Long Bob hairstyle" with part of her right head shaved.

Even though she doesn't dress girly and has a tough appearance, she is the nicest, sweetest, and most caring girl in the world.

"Are you going to keep daydreaming or are you going to take your gift?" Bryanna asked.

"Sorry. I was just surprised to see you here."

That damned Anthony! He should have said something sooner! I will have to make sure to get him back for this!

I start to open the bag.

It's candy!

I stood there and smiled.

"Remember, that is what I gave you when you had that car accident."

I told her, "Yeah, same candy as well."

Why can't I stop smiling?

Bryanna started to walk to her car and said, "Well, I just wanted to stop by to make sure that you were alright. "

"Wait?! You're leaving already?"

She nods her head, "Yeah, I have a shift to work at my job. I am getting out late, again, since they do not have anyone else to close."

"Okay …"

Bryanna laughed, "Don't worry. We can spend time together tomorrow and have lunch. I will even tell Regan to come."

"Wipe that smirk off your face! You already know that I will be there without question."

"I know! See ya!"

Why does that girl have to play with my emotions like that?! Of course, I'll be there if Regan is as well.

"She seems nice."

I quickly turned around to see Wes standing by the doorway, "How long have you been standing there?!"

"Not long. I just came out here to grab a smoke. When are you going to formally introduce her to me?" Wes asked.

I started to rub the back of my head in confusion, "Wait… Y'all did do that when she got here?"

"Nope. She was just sitting here on the front porch waiting for you. I knew she was waiting for you, so I opened the window and told her you were at school."

"How did you know she wasn't someone dangerous?"

Wes starts cracking up, "More dangerous than me?! You have jokes today. As I said, I read her mind, so I knew she was here looking for you. No one can hide secrets from me!"

"Well, aren't you cocky?"

I am glad that she decided to wait for me.

She puts up a front, but deep down I know that she fears Wes capabilities. Who wouldn't be? On top of that, I have never formally introduced them; not that I don't want to, I just never had a reason to. She is a close friend of mine, so I eventually would have to.

Wes broke my train of thought, "Have you gone home and talked to your parents?"

"Not yet. I was going to go home later tonight after I talked with you about the accident a bit more."

Wes took a puff from his cigarette and exhaled, "That can wait. Your parents are more than likely worried about you. We can talk about that later. What about your job?"

"I messaged my lead, and he told me to go ahead and take the week off and come back with a doctor's note saying that I am released to fully work."

"Hey, at least you got a whole week off."

"Yea, you're right about that. I can use this time to enjoy myself and relax for a change."

"That sounds like a plan."

"It sure does!"

"Go ahead and go on home. Your parents are waiting for you."

I really wanted my questions to be answered, but he is right, I at least need to show up home so they can see that I am at least still alive.

I got home and things are still the same.

I am still sitting inside my car outside my parents' house while parked in the driveway and I can already hear my parents fighting. That is something that I do not miss at all.

I do not want to go inside and be a part of this. I never asked for any of this, but as they say, you cannot choose your parents before being born.

I get out of my car and slowly walk to open the front door just to stop right in front of it while getting flooded with feelings and emotions that bring back nothing but bad memories of this place. I hesitate to pull the keys out of my pocket to unlock the door. The feeling of being unwanted and a burden weighed heavily on me. I have always been pushed aside and never came first to them, but let it be my brother, and they will go out of their way for him.

I stick the key into the keyhole, unlock the door, turn the knob, and walk in. I slammed the door to see if they would hear me, but they didn't, because they were too busy yelling at each other.

They were in the kitchen when I went to go find them while arguing with each other and my two brothers beside my mother.

My parents keep insisting that I choose a side, but honestly, I just don't care. I do not want to be a part of their fighting. I don't even think that they knew I was hurt.

As I walked past them while they were arguing, I saw that my brother gave me a strange look as if something was wrong with me.

My parents noticed me but just didn't care to ask if I was okay and kept fighting.

I finally got into my room and shut the door.

"Holy shit!?" I screamed.

I notice my reflection in the mirror that hangs behind my door. I had forgotten that after I had gotten bitten, I got this body.

I was amazed at how good I looked, and I kept raising my shirt up, and down, and flexing every part of my body.

"I have a six-pack now! Sweet!"

"I like this."