#beggingforhelp

Caress me, cold, and clinging to the crevices of your claws.

Moist memories of me mingle in your mind, mesmerizing.

I am terrified and scared of losing my future, someone please, shar this fund me and help me get the money together? I don’t want to be kicked out of college. 

gofundme.com/vb9ua2w 

I Wake On Prods Lap, He's Looking down on me, His hand still rubbing my hair.

"...Prod?" My Voice is Sleepy. 

"Yes?"

I Sit up, carefully avoiding his arm, and i turn to him.

"How long was i sleep?"

He Smiles at Me "Its been 7 hours just about."

My Eyes Get big, I Stare at him.

"What?! You sat here for 7 Hours?!"

"Erica Where else am i going to go? I Wasnt going to leave you here, I Didnt... want to leave you. "

I Notice his hesitation but i ignore it.

"Have you gone to the bathroom, Took a Shower?"

"Now That you mention it.... i Do Have to pee. and i should... take a Shower."

He gets up, flinching and groaning at his arm. Then He walks over the bathroom and closes the door.

I Sit in the room alone.

I Still consider myself alone.

I Dont have anyone.

And Prod He.... He doesnt count. So i was just a Girl with $10,000 and No Family.

Ive always seen those movies when the child does something great and then their parents come back... i dont think that will happen for me...

Im Lost in my thoughts and then the bathroom door opens. To Show something i wasnt prepared for.

Did i mention how Buff Prod Was?

Also did i mention his skin was a Dark Chocolate color that looked so smooth...?

Or did i mention the fact that he had a straight out 6 pack?

Well if i didnt mention it i just did.

His Dark Buff arms Glistened with Water, A towel wrapped around his waist a red streak out his shoulder which made his look tough.

I Was staring, and at this point there was no return. My Mouth slightly opened,my hands in fists, my body pushed forward somewhat.

"Damn." i Mutter. I Wasnt really the cursing type, but i mean this perfect body was standing less than 5 feet away from me and-

"Erica? Gauze? Where is it?"

He waves his hand the towel moves a little, revealing the beginning of a V Shape of both Sides of his hips.

I Bite my lip, And I Sigh.

"In the kitchen, um ill... ill get it for you." i Say.

"Thanks. This Thing really burns." He looks over at his shoulder, and then back up at me. 

"Im Sure it does" i say, turning away from him and getting the gauze, the cream, and the tape  before i walk towards him.

I TOuch his solid arm, and he looks away. he knows its about to burn. i Take this chance to stare at him. It really is a sight.

I put the cream on, and he flinches and groans Softly.

GOD WAS THAT HOT.

I Put the gauze on and tape it down and walk away from him. i sit on the couch and cross my legs.

"Um... Erica, i Dont have any Clothes...."

My Eyes widen for a second. 

"Uh, just stay in the towel. ill wash your clothes from yesterday, and then we can go and get you some clothes...."

Sleeping, I Hear a small crash.

I Scramble off the couch and Straighten my shorts, my house shoes scratch across the carpet.

Prod is running, he never changed his clothes, Across the room and up the stairs.

Once i get up the stairs, i hear a slap.

I Run in, to see a man, about 5'7'' holding my grams money bag, and Prod Slapped him. Prod  tackles the guy and i run over to them.

Then Prod grunts,

He rolls over and theres blood coming from his arm, a knife in the mans hand.

He about to jump out of the window when i grab the Lamp and smash it over his head. 

He falls to the floor.

The bag falls out of his hand and rolls once and then goes under the bed.

I Grab the phone and dial 911, and then i sit by Prod.

"911, whats your emergency?"

"Someone just broke into my home, and stabbed my friend!"

Prods face lookes over to me, and his chocolate eyes stare at me.

"Ma'me, What is your address?"

"143 Mindless Street." (LOL EPIC RIGHT )

"Okay, we'll be on our way."

"Thank you."

I Hang up the phone, and i look at Prod who's holding his chest.

"Its okay, Just try to breath." I Say softly.

"It hu- AGH!"

He holds his chest again.

I Rub his arm.

"Its alright, they'll be here soon. You'll be okay, i promise."

He nods his head face, you can see hes hurt.

About 3 days later,  The money is in a bank account. and Prod is stitched up.

"You okay?"

I Ask.

He grunts as he sits on the couch and i sit next to him.

"Yeah." He says.

His stab wound went all the way down to the bone, and its going to take A long time to heal.

His parents, they live In New York.

all the way on the other side of The Country.

He said They left, but he wanted to stay at the school he was at now.

Wonder why.

I Rub his arm and he flinches.

"S-Sorry."

"No...Its alright."

I Sigh. I Hate seeing someone i-

I Dont love him...Do I?

I Hate seeing some one i care for, being hurt.

Being inside that hospital. More than once this week.

Is already to much for me and it taking a toll on my health.

I Havent eaten or slept in about 5 days, and im sick.

I Lay my head down on Prods lap. 

"Youve been up forever, you should sleep." He says softly.