It was a strange trip to 303 Chesnut Lane. Calling the incident in and falsifying a report tugged at something in the pit of her. Guilt wracked her brain and squeezed at her core as if her mind and heart were at odds with one another. It was a stupid idea from the beginning, however though logic told her it was wrong there was something else urging her to learn more of the man and the situation as a whole. There was a lurking sensation and a memory buried in the back of her mind that seemed to vibrate as if the encounter had awakened something that had been long locked away. The feeling was ignored as she made a quick stop at the station to grab normal clothes and change before she made her way to the address that was pinned to her memory.<br/><br/><br/>The drive up the curving road made her think ‘lane’ in the address was more a distant metaphor for something else. Sitting in the man’s driveway, she sighed heavy - taking out her phone and sending a text to her younger brother.<br/><br/><br/><i><span style="color: #5900b3">Will be home late, make sure to take Chester out before you go to sleep and lock the doors. </span></i><br/><br/><br/><i><span style="color: #0059b3">You got a date or somethin’?</span><br/>
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<span style="color: #5900b3">No. A friend needs some help. If I’m not home in the morning, call me. </span><br/>
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<span style="color: #0059b3">Don’t die. I don’t know how to pay the water bill lmao</span><br/>
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<span style="color: #5900b3">Lmao, I will be fine. Lock up and sleep well. </span><br/>
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<span style="color: #0059b3">Yeah ok.</span></i><br/><br/><br/>With her phone turned off, she glanced up to the house and the windows that flickered in the blue hue of a nearby television accented with the orange of a distant lamp. A heavy sigh filled her chest as she pushed herself from her car, grabbing the medkit in the passenger seat, locking it and tucking her phone into her pocket. This was something she may or may not regret but she was there already and knocking on the door. As the door opened, she looked up at him, brows raising as there was a wave of emotions. Fear, uncertainty, the need to take care of this person who was hurt. It was a strange mixture as redness filled her cheeks and she walked in past him, his voice resonating in her ears as she entered his house. Looking around, her lips shifted and thoughts ran through her head, his question almost getting lost between the rush of what-ifs in her mind.<br/><br/><br/>“Huh? Oh, no not really. Took it slow,” she responded, turning to look at him, head tilting slight as she took in the view of him. She wore a loose band t-shirt and jeans that seemed to fit snug at her hips. Hair had loosened slight and her curls began to find their way from the bun she kept them in.<br/><br/><br/>“You wanna to sit down here? Or you got a better place I can patch you up?” The prim accent she had seemed to fail some and the city came out in a lax dialect as she looked around his place.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>