I tried to push it away, but warm hands held me down. “It’s alright Ciara. It’s just me.” I opened my eyes slowly and frowned. “Eric? What…where are we?” He rinsed the washcloth in a bowl then pushed it on my head again. Pain sizzled in my head and I whimpered pathetically. “I’m sorry it hurts, but I have to clean it.” I swallowed and asked again, “Where are we?” He pushed back a strand of hair that was on my face. “At your house.” “But you didn’t know where I lived,” I whispered. He smiled. “Your address was programmed into the phones and a few of your neighbors were out so I asked them which house was yours.” I sighed and then hissed as he pushed harder on the wound on my head. “What happened?” Eric’s face hardened and his eyes glowed. “That boy jumped on you and you hit your head on the sidewalk. I pulled him off of you and after a brief tumble he ran off.” I stared at him in shock. “He ran away? They don’t run away.” Eric shrugged.
