(Author's note)
this is a story that I've been working on for a few years off and on. This is my first submission so would like constructive criticism and advice.
Chapter 1
My name Is David, and this, well, this is my story.
I am 25 years old, 6 foot 2 inches, and 182 lbs, of muscle ( I love to work out.) I have black hair and brown eyes. I'm clean shaven everywhere, and have never been married. My father died when I was about 16; he instilled his work habits in me and how to be self sufficient. My mother died a few years ago, she lived a good life. She taught me how to cook, how to clean and how to love a woman with tenderness; just as my father taught me how to be a man, and protect a woman while also showing tenderness when she needed it. I work at a job that pays great and I love working with my coworkers. I have never really thought of myself as a lady's man, but as you'll find out, it turned out I was to become far more than what I am now.
I worked as a CPA at George & Sons accounting firm, it was a great job, and I had a wonderful home that I saved up for and bought. It was plenty big enough for me. I worked there for over five years and thought my job was secure, but then the economy plummeted. After about 6 months, the company had to lay me off with full severance as well as an opportunity to come back. My life went downhill after I was let go, but I had my father to thank for drilling how to save money into my head. I had a nice nest egg saved away so I could keep my home and car for a while.
I got tired of staying home and not having fun out in public, so I decided to go to a club one night and see if I could have some fun, maybe hook up for a night. Turns out, it wasn't meant to be, and I'm glad of it. As I was leaving the club, after getting turned down several times, I saw a woman walking down the road like she was drunk. She was staggering and leaning against the wall every few seconds like she wanted to throw up. I started to turn away in disgust, but a voice inside my head told me to take a closer look. I noticed that her clothes had been torn and she was disheveled. I ran to offer the woman help, and as I got closer, I noticed that she was bleeding from several cuts.I caught her as she fell and carried her to my car, and placed her in the passenger's seat. As I ran to the driver side of the car, I got out my phone and dialed the hospital to let them know I was coming and what was going on.
It took me almost twenty minutes to reach the hospital. During the drive she was whimpering and curled up in a ball. I could faintly hear her whispering "please no more," "you're hurting me," and "please stop." As we came closer to the hospital, I called the ER again and let them know I was close by and to be ready. I updated them on the sounds she was making and words she was saying, and that I feared she was attacked, or even raped! At the ER, I quickly got out of the car. Just as I opened the door the nurses came out with a bed. As I laid her on the bed, I followed them to the room they assigned her..
As I waited with her for the doctor to arrive, I answered the nurse's questions the best I could. The ER doctor came in and ordered tests and scans to be done. He talked to me about her condition, where I found her, and the words I heard during the drive to the hospital. After an hour, the woman started to wake up and became more aware of her surroundings. I waited until she noticed me before trying to let her know where she was. I let her know she was safe and after a few minutes, she turned her head away and fell back asleep. I notified the nurse that she had woken up briefly, that she didn't seem fully aware, and had a distant look in her eyes before she fell back to sleep.
I gave the nurse my insurance card and told her to try it. I kept my insurance up to date and I knew I could use it for the woman. I also gave my phone number to the nurses at the nurse's station and asked if the nurse would give it to the woman when she woke up. I had to go home. I was helping a friend early in the morning with a moving job he had. I knew he needed help and I was the only one who agreed to help him.
Two days later, while working out at home, I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. I almost didn't answer because it was a private number, but I decided to answer anyway.
"Hello, this is David, can I help you?"
"Hello, this is Jessica. I was given this number by the nurses at The Hallowed God Hospital. Is this the man who brought me to the hospital?" she asked.
"OH, Hi! Are you feeling better?" I asked.
"I'm getting better, just sore all over. I wanted to call and thank you, it was really kind of you." she said.
"I'm just glad I was there when I was and was able to help." I said.
After a few seconds "So am I, I'm not sure I would have survived that."
"Are you feeling up to having coffee later today, to talk?" I asked her.
"Yes! I would like to get a coffee, say, in an hour? We could meet at Quincy's downtown?" she asked.
"I would love to, I'll meet you there." I said.
After I hung up the phone, I took a quick shower, since I was working out in my home gym. About forty-five minutes later, I arrived at the coffee shop and picked a table close to the entrance out on the patio. I looked around enjoying my favorite pastime, observing people in everyday life. After a few minutes, I saw this red haired, 5'6" bombshell walking down the street, and I waved to her. As she walked towards me, I could see she was limping. I stood up and pulled her chair out for her, then waved a waitress over, and we proceeded to order drinks.