Late

When he was gone I slowly picked up my shirt and looked at my demolished body. I was really demolished. I had huge bruises on the sides.

I took a closer look at my body. My arms, legs, and even my face were covered in bruises. I saw that when I got up and went to the floor-length mirror in the room.

"Oh my god!" Paul said from the door. I turned my head and let go of my shirt. "What? It's not that bad. ", I tried to joke. He didn't understand it but went nuts.

"Not so bad? Lina, your whole body is covered in bruises. ”He put the things he was carrying on the washing machine and came to me.

“I will have a lot to do. Take off your shirt. ”

“ What? ”I asked, aghast.

"I said ..."

"I know what you said. But why should I take off my T-shirt? ”

“ I want to see your injuries. So go ahead! ”Without resistance, I let him take off my T-shirt. Now I was standing in front of him only wearing a bra. Paul got a washcloth from the cabinet under the sink. He wet it and then rubbed my areas gently. It hurt, but I gritted my teeth. Paul dried me off. Then he turned around and got some cream from the first aid kit and a bandage. He put cream on me and then put the bandage on me.

"Why the bandage?" I asked blankly. In retrospect, it was pretty embarrassing to stand half-naked in front of him. I mean I hardly knew him. Besides, we weren't even friends. And he was a BOY!

“I think your ribs are bruised. I'll give you the bandage as a precaution. ”He gave me a T-shirt. "I guess that should suit you. It belongs to my sister. ”I pulled the shirt over my head.

“I'll leave you alone now. There are still new pants on the washing machine. I am in the kitchen. Just call when you need something. ”

“ Okay. Thanks Paul. ”

“ It's okay. ”He turned around and left the bathroom.

I closed the door and locked. I took off my dirty and torn pants and folded them up. I took the washcloth and washed myself.

Then I put cream on my wounds and let the cream soak in. I pulled on Paul's sister's pants and the blazer over the T-shirt. Then I devoted myself to my face. It looked even worse than it did before. My right cheek was swollen, the make-up had run off from crying.

I washed my face and put cream on that too.

When I finished, I tidied up the bathroom, picked up my things, and looked for the kitchen.

When I found her, I stopped at the door. I saw Paul making scrambled eggs. "Hey. Where are my things? ”

“ In the hallway. ”He turned around. "The things suit you."

I blushed. "Thanks," I said and fled into the hallway.

I packed my thing in my gym bag, took out my brush, and brushed my hair. For once I left my hair open. Then I went back to the kitchen.

Paul was now at the table. In front of him were two plates of scrambled eggs. He pointed to the seat next to him.

I sat down and asked: “Where is your family actually?”

“My mum works. My sister is with friends and my brother is with relatives. ”He pointed to the plate in front of me. "Enjoy it!"

"Thanks." I only now realized how hungry I was. "That tastes delicious!" I said surprised.

"Thank you. Why so surprised? ”He asked with a grin.

"Well. I really didn't know you could cook. ”I explained to him, embarrassed.

“My mum works from morning to night. My siblings and I have to be able to cook if we don't want to starve. "

" Ah. I can't really cook. I can do simple dishes, such as fried eggs or spaghetti, ”I said, embarrassed.

"Oh really? Then ... “, Paul began, but then my cell phone rang.

It was my mum.

"I'm sorry. This is my mum. ”I apologized to Paul.

I looked at the clock. Shit, she must have been very worried! I answered the phone. “Yes hello?”

“Lina! Where are you? ”My mum asked shrilly.

I rolled my eyes. Mothers are always so worried when their children don't get home on time.

"I am with a friend. My bicycle tire is flat. I went to him. I'm sorry I should have called you. I'll be over immediately. ”I looked at Paul who was watching me and grinned.

"Yes IMMEDIATELY!" Shouted my mother. I would get real stress.

"Yes I'll briefly my bike and then I'll come."

"Let the bike there where it is and come home immediately!"

"Yes! Okay, I'm coming! ”She hung up. I looked at Paul apologetically and got up. "I'm sorry! I have to go now. ”

“ Yes, I've heard. ”He said with a grin. I went into the hall.

At the door I turned back to him and hugged him shyly. “Thanks again.”

“Please. You have to give me your number for that! ”He said.

"OK. I'll do it. ”I gave him my cell phone number and house number and got his. I said goodbye to him and went home.

My mother was waiting for me. "Where have you been?" She called.

"I told you. With a friend. ", I answered patiently.

“And that without telling me? I was worried! Who was it? ”

Fortunately, I didn't have to answer because at that moment her cell phone rang. She looked at the screen and sighed. Another emergency in the clinic.

This time I was happy about it. Then at least I didn't have to explain to my mother why I went to Paul.

"We're still talking!" She said before she left the house. She was angry and hadn't even noticed that I wasn't wearing my clothes. I sighed.

I went to my room and my cell phone rang. I received a text message. From Paul. "And you're still alive?"

I laughed and wrote back: "Yes, fortunately there was an emergency at the hospital!"

"A lucky. Would she have killed you? ”

“ I have no idea! I'm on Facebook. Are you coming too? ”After 2 minutes the answer came:“ I'm already on. ;) “I didn't answer anymore.

I grabbed a coke and some candy and went to my room. I took a painkiller for the pain I was getting.

I put my laptop on the bed and turned it on. While he started up I got some new clothes out of the closet.

My eyes fell on the clock and then on my plan for today. Crap! It was 3pm and I was hip hop at 4pm! I had to hurry. I packed my bag and briefly logged on to Facebook. Paul wrote to me right away and I explained what I was doing today. Then it went off and I did too shortly afterwards. I put on new clothes and checked my watch again. Twenty past three. I had to go if I didn't want to be late. I had to walk because my bike was junk.