Hidden Intentions

this is my first original story, so please be gentle. i tired to be humrous but if I have failed please tell me I'd be gald to correct where i have gone wrong. or if you have any ideas. ideas are always good!

now enough about me,onwards...

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Katy faced the blank computer screen with disdain. Her essay about Macbeth was already a

week late and if she didn’t manage to produce one in less then a week she would find

herself in detention for as long as it was legally possible.

She leant back into her chair and closed her eyes trying to think back to the long days

of her English class.

‘Come on Katy, you can do one essay.’ She said to herself

Slowly she leant forward and placed two hands on her keyboard and began typing.

An hour of rapid typing and deleting later she leant back to look at what she had done

so far. Two sentences greeted her tired eyes.

‘Macbeth is a play by Shakespeare. The main character is called Macbeth he is Scottish.’

Katy growled in annoyance and deleted what was left of her ‘essay’.

“All this hard work is making me hungry,” she sighed quietly to herself promptly rising

from her seat to satisfy her hunger.

Walking leisurely towards her fridge that stood in the kitchen she hummed a tune to

herself. When reaching the fridge she grabbed a bottle of juice from inside and returned

to the computer and sat down.

Staring once again at the blank screen she drank from the glass bottle her eyes never

leaving the screen in front of her.

‘Argh, screw this,’ she mumbled once again getting up from her chair.

She wandered over to the window and looked out on the darkness outside. Katy lived in an

apartment on the fourth floor so she wasn’t very high up.

‘I think I’m going to take a walk outside, to clear my head,’ she thought to herself.

Putting down the bottle of juice onto her desk she went to get her coat, hat and keys

form her bedroom and quickly left the house leaving her unfinished essay yet again to

another day.

Walking the cold streets, Katy let her mind wander. Her feet carried her quickly to the

local park which surprisingly was still open. She took a huge breath in and sighed

contentedly. This was what it was all about, fresh air not stagnant air in a stuffy

apartment and a stupid essay to finish, freedom was what it was all about. She thought

to herself smiling happily. Despite her happiness she still was a little edgy about

walking out at night. She had done it before and was still alive. Obviously. She

continued to walk humming another tune. Suddenly out of nowhere a person fell from

behind a tree onto the path in front Katy.

“Holy shit?” She screamed jumping back from the motionless body in front of her.

“Hey mister, Are you all right, hello?” She said slowly edging forward.

The man moaned. Screaming katy jumped back again.

“Stupid drunk man,” She mumbled deciding to stand not too close to him.

She contemplated leaving him alone but Katy was a nice person (although many people

didn’t get close enough to see that side of her) she decided to stay and help the

strange man.

“Hey mister get up, it’s not very comfortable down there,”

From where she was standing, she couldn’t see the man all too well. From all she could

tell in the moonlight, he head silver hair and was wearing a black shirt and a pair of

baggy jeans. Not too badly dressed for a drunk, Katy thought.

Feeling a little bit braver she approached the man again and poked him on the shoulder.

“Can you hear me?” She poked him again, and was just about to when she felt dampness.

Curious she edged even closer and noticed a really dark stain in his shirt. Shocked she

realised it was blood.

“Oh great he’s injured.” She mumbled angrily to herself. Her mobile was at home so she

couldn’t call for an ambulance. But she didn’t feel like leaving him here either.

Mumbling once again she realised she had to take him back to hers and call from there.

“All I wanted was peace and quiet; instead I get some drunken man whose bleeding. Aren’t

I lucky?” She mumbled as she struggled to lift the man.

After what felt like years she managed to prop him up with his arm round her shoulders

and hers round his waist.

“Can you walk?” She asked the silent man.

No reply.

“Well, you are going to have to. I’m too tiny to carry you.”

His body remained limp.

“Ok fine, I get the hint. I’ll just drag you” She grumbled.

Shifting his weight a bit she slowly began the laborious work of dragging him to her

apartment.

“I hope you’re a rich drunk, because you owe me money for inevitably saving your life,”

she told the silver haired man. “And a new coat, its all messed up now.”

After an hour of hard work which was made easier by the elevator she finally arrived in

her sitting room.

Shrugging the man off onto the sofa she collapsed onto a chair.

“Oh look at you, your bleeding.” She tutted, turning to look at the man who was slumped

on the white sofa. “You also owe me a new sofa” She paused her brows knitting in

worry ,“Ok your actually bleeding quite a bit, let me find you something to slow it down

before I call the ambulance. Don’t want you to lose unless you really have to,” She

hurried off in search of her first aid kit.

Setting it in front of the sofa she opened the box and took out a roll of bandages and

some cotton wool. She propped him up so he was sitting straighter.

“Ok, I’m going to have to remove your shirt.” She told the man. Slowly she undid the

buttons and pulled the shirt off the man.

“I’ve always dreamed of having a shirtless man in my apartment. Just not like this.”

His chest was now revealed to her including a nasty looking wound near his right

shoulder.

“That’s deep, Ok I’m going to stem the bleeding a bit then I’m going to send for the

ambulance ok?”

“No ambulance. “ The man mumbled

“What did you just say something?” Katy asked leaning closer

“No ambulance…no doctor.” The man mumbled again his words faint.

“Look at you, your bleeding way too much I can’t help you as much as the doctors can I

can only put a clean you up as best as I can and bandage you.”

“Please,” his hand moved to grip her hand weakly. “Please.”

Katy looked at the man’s strained yet handsome face.

“It’s your life. But I’m still going to clean you up a bit is that ok mister?”

The man nodded his eyes still firmly shut.

“Good,” Katy reached for the cotton wool and dabbed at the wound which was still

bleeding. Quickly she got up and got a bowl of water and a towel from the kitchen.

She soaked the towel in the warm water and dabbed onto the mans pale skin. Slowly she

washed away the blood all over his chest and on his wound. But his wound still kept

bleeding. Sighing, she dabbed one last time at the wound.

“Your cut is really deep, but I’m still going to put some ointment on it but it’s going

to hurt ok?”

The man didn’t answer, but Katy didn’t need an answer. She took out the bottle from her

kit and opened the bottle. She put a bit on her finger and rubbed on the wound.

The man hissed but his eyes didn’t open.

She then took the bandage and wrapped it around his chest, binding it not too tightly

but not too loosely either.

“There we go, that’s the best I can do,” She stepped backward to admire her handiwork.

“Thank you,” The man whispered.

“No problems, but you still owe me money and a new coat and sofa.” She turned away to

clean up. As she turned she swore she heard a soft chuckle.

She quickly cleaned up and returned to her sleeping guest.

“You can rest here, but tomorrow your going home. Hopefully you have one. I’m going to

go to sleep now, here’s a blanket. If you need anything else just tell me ok?” She put

the blanket over the man who was now lying face up on the sofa.

“Good night,” She whispered into the room as she turned the light off and went onto her

room.