“Really good. I gave the nurse my number so she'll hopefully give me a call when the girl wakes up. But before we start heading home I guess we should empty out your stomach.” I said looking at him with an evil grin spread across my face. Charles looked at me with such worry and hatred as he knows what's coming and sure enough I start listing off a bunch of foods that only sound good when you're not throwing up, 

“greasy cheese burgers. With extra cheese.” I said, the evil smirk getting bigger when Charles turned a sickly green the second I added the cheese part and sure enough within seconds the kid was throwing up once again. 

Eventually when I was done torturing the poor lad we were able to call up a cab and get a lift back to my house without any problems or interruptions. Once back to my house me and Charles split up and went into two of the 5 different bathrooms that were on the upper floor, “see you in about half an hour I'm going to go for a shower. I need to get out of these blood stained clothes.” I hollered down the hall to him. 

Charles looks back at me before heading into the other bathroom “same here. I have to wash the vomit out of my hair.” He said disappearing into the bathroom only to re-emerge once again from the bathroom 

“do you still have that shampoo I like, in here?” He says with a questioning look on his face. 

“Yep it's where it was last time you were over.” I said disappearing into my bathroom and locking the door behind me as I hear a faint, “thanks.” Come from down the hall. I smirk to myself turning on the water for my shower but the smirk soon fades when I realize just how much blood I'm covered in. 

“God, I hope she's okay.” I said taking off my clothes and putting them into a bloody pile on the floor then hopping into the shower. 

A little while later at the hospital the girl who had previously been unconscious and bloody was now cleaned up, bandaged and awake. “Wh-where am I?”  She said sitting up a little bit before cringing in pain and laying back down on the hospital bed. A chubbier girl wearing a perfectly fitted purple dress with beautiful tie dye flowers, shot up at the sight of the biker girls movements, “Simone! Babe! I can't believe you're awake! Thank god!” The girl in the dress said as she practically jumped onto the bed to give Simone a hug. 

“Becky! You came!” Simone said excitedly hugging Becky back as hard as she could in her condition. 

“What happened to you?” Becky said giving Simone a kiss on the head and leaning back to sit on the bed properly without hurting Simone. Simone looked at Becky, her face saddening as she looked down at her hands laying on her lap, 

“I-I’m not sure hun, the last thing I remember was that-” Simone was interrupted by a small team of about 4 police officers, who quickly escorted Becky out of the hospital room. 

“We need to ask you a few questions. We’ll be sure to get your friend-” the tall darker toned male police officer was interrupted by Simone, 

“Girlfriend.” She stated with a hate glare at the cop. 

“Yeah, sure whatever. Girlfriend, home safely. Now can I get the answers to those questions I was about to ask?” the cop said with a smart-ass smirk on his face. 

“Yeah sure. Ask away.” Simone said waving her hand weakly and looking at the cop annoyed. 

“Alright,” the cop started opening his notepad and flipping to an unused piece of lined yellow paper. 

“Can you tell me what happened right before you were stabbed?” The cop said raising his eyebrow in Simone’s direction. Simone looked at the cop starting to get a bit heated at the simple question, 

“look, all I did was ride my motorcycle down the street when I ran into a deep pile of mushy leaves on the road and ended up crashing my bike. I starting walking towards the closest house which happened to be through the woods from where I was at the time.” Simone said looking at the cop with curiosity as he was writing down pretty much everything that she had said.