Noah
I had a bad feeling about this. Letting Faith go out to buy clothes all by herself? She'd get lost! Or worse, killed. I paced around the room and did the one thing I always do when I'm in danger- call James. Of course, he didn't pick up. I tried calling Brandon, but he didn't respond either. Penny would answer, she's always on her phone. I called Penny, who answered immediately.
"Wazzup, J-man?" She said.
"Uh, it's Noah," I said. Didn't she read the caller ID?
"Oh. Right. Yeah, I knew that. What's up?" I filled her in with all the details.
"O. M. G. NOAH HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? MIGHT AS WELL JUST PRINT HER DEATH CERTIFICATE!" Penny screeched in my ear. She was right. I hung up without telling her and ran outside to find Faith. Then, James called me back. Oh, thank god.
"James? I need to find Faith! I let her run out with a killer on the loose. And not any ordinary serial killer, we're talking about GETTING REVENGE ON FAITH killer. You need to help me! I don't know what to do and if she dies I'll…" I choked up a sob. Man up you big baby, my inner voice scolded. James just stood there, silently.
"James?" I called. "Hello? Please, dude, I'm begging you!" I pleaded. He finally responded.
"You won't find her," James, no, a voice said. "She deserves to die," the voice said. Brandon?
"Brandon?" I whispered.
"That's right. You read the caller ID wrong," Brandon said. I took a glance at the screen. Brandon. Oh, no.
"Where is she?" I asked, my voice quivering. I've never risked my life for anyone before, and never needed to. But, Faith? I felt like I would take a bullet for her. She was just… wow.
"Come to the Springfield Town Center at 2 o'clock. Let's hope she's alive by then," He said, then hung up. I screamed in frustration. What did he mean by that?
My question, believe it or not, was answered at 2 o'clock. I ran for my life.
"Faith! FAITH!" I called. I stepped on something squishy. Was that a person? "FAITH!!" I called again, my voice cracking. I heard quiet sniffling. I ran in that direction and held Faith's arms.
"Did you get hurt?" Faith nodded. "WHERE?" I shouted. She pointed towards her leg. There was a big gash. I hugged her and started speaking to her unconsciously.
"Oh, god. Faith, I was so scared. I love you, don't ever do that again. I-" I stopped realizing what I'd just said. I looked at Faith and her face was full of shock. My face went almost as red as her gash.
"Du… I… um… I-I d…" I stuttered. Faith abruptly fainted. "FAITH!" I looked at her leg. It was way worse. Why didn't I see it? I carried her bridal style and placed her in the car. I only had my car permit, but this was a matter of life or death. I drove home and took her to the couch. I didn't realize she'd woken up until I felt her tears on my arms.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.
"It hurts," she cried softly. I took out the first aid kit and tried to remember what mom did to Dad's military wound. I applied all the creams. The last one was painful, and I knew before I put it on. I hesitated, but my inner voice kicked in. Do it! She's hurt, it's the only way. I whispered to her.
"This is going to hurt ok?" She shook her head desperately.
"No, no, no, please. No more pain," she begged. I held out my hand, and she took it.
"Just squeeze it hard when it hurts, ok?" I said. She took a deep breath and nodded. I put it on and she began screaming. She crushed my hand and begged me to stop. I quickly put on bandages and the medical tape to make sure they don't fall off. After a few minutes of trying to calm Faith down, she spoke.
"You love me?" she asked.