Fallen (Fallen 1)

He placed me in the passenger seat and closed the door. I laid my head against the cold glass.

I heard the trunk close. Jonathon got in and handed me a towel.

“Here press this against your neck; it’ll stop the blood flow. The cut isn’t that bad. The blood should stop flowing soon since there was no direct contact with our saliva, which holds the venom. The venom in our saliva makes the blood come faster and smoother.” He explained.

I held the towel to my wound. I could already feel the blood flow slowing beneath my fingers.

“I’m sorry, Kylie.”

“It’s okay.” I moaned.

“Does it hurt to terribly bad?”

“No, it just burns.” I said. I could tell his temper was flaring. After all I could have been killed.

“I can’t believe this happened. I shouldn’t have let them talk me into letting you go in. I knew it was dangerous but I always listen to them even when it goes against my better judgment.”

“How did it happen?” I asked.

“Your mom managed to wriggle free and slammed you down. Thank the lord, you managed to get that pillow to your head before you hit the floor. The force at which she hit you with could have killed you once your head smacked against the floor.”

We sat there a couple more minutes in silence.

“Has it stopped? I can’t smell it so, I’m not sure.”

“I don’t know. Can you look?”

“Yeah,” he replied in a wary voice.

I removed the towel.

“It’s stopped. We’ll go back to my house and get you bandaged up.” He said starting the corvette. It purred to life and I loved the sound of it. I’d have to remember to ask Joseph if I could test drive his car. I had always wanted to drive a corvette.

We pulled out of my driveway and went back up to Jonathon’s house. The house was so pretty and timeless. He parked the car in the driveway.

“Stay here I’ll be right back to bandage that. I don’t want you to go into the house bleeding, just in case.” He added. I nodded my agreement. I watched him disappear into the darkness.

Oh gosh what would his family think? My own mother attacked me. I leaned my head back against the red leather head rest. What a day it has been. I’m so exhausted and now I have to meet his family. My clothes are stained with blood. My make-up is smeared. I looked like I had been through hell and back.

Jonathon knocked on the passenger door.

“Get out.” He mouthed, holding gauze, a black shirt or maybe it was blue, and a wet cloth. I noticed he had changed his clothes.

I opened the door and got out.

I put the blood soaked towel on the drive way Jonathon tossed the shirt across his right shoulder. He was left handed.

“Let me see it.” He said kindly. But I could tell the situation with my mom, her trying to kill me, had shaken him.

I turned my head to the right, to give him a clear look at the left side of my throat. I winced when I moved my neck.

“I’m so sorry, principessa.” His cold fingers prodded my neck. The whole left side of my body hurt from the impact.

I tried to move my fingers on my left hand and it hurt like crap.

Jonathon wiped my wound with the warm, wet, wash cloth.

After he decided it was clean enough he began wrapping it with gauze. He worked like a doctor with skill and precision.