Josh Kennedy
Waring!
This story contains explicit content, anyone who might be squeemish DO NOT READ THIS. If you enjoy a little gore and saddness then read on.
YOU WERE WARNED!
Because of this I have made the story in white text, if you want to read it, highlight in between the brakkets!
{Josh Kennedy had heard the screams of his neighbor’s daughter for the stress filled week that he had moved there. He didn’t understand why everyone was so scared to go to the social services, or maybe it was the fact that nobody cared. Her dad was the ugly pimple on the on the face of the neighborhood. He was an abusive alcoholic jerk. Who ran his wife out of their home, when his wife left he turned to his daughter to beat on. Many people in the neighborhood partially blame the wife for abandoning her daughter with that horrible man. Josh being a man of 30 years knew about the horrible sins that were committed in the world daily. He was planning on going to the government about this case of abuse after his move was finalized. However he did not get that chance.
Josh was out in his garage unpacking when he heard a scream from his neighbors house. The scream he could tell was laced with pure terror and immense pain. Josh had had enough he was going to go over to his neighbors house, he was going to take that jackass down for beating his daughter. However, he never got the chance, because as soon as he made the decision the girl, the jackass’ daughter came out of the side door, half crawling her way down the steps. Josh went and hopped the four foot fence that separated the two yards. She looked very light, thin and petite. He could guess that her dad hadn’t been letting her eat. Her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping, but she was knocked out. Only then did he notice the big gash down her left calf. He picked her up and she couldn’t of been more than 60 pounds.
He carried her into his living room and set her down on the hardwood. He ran to his hall closet to get his first aid kit, thought for a second, and took the plastic sheet that he kept on the bottom shelf. He put the sheet down on the floor and gently rolled the girl onto the sheet. He took a piece of gauze and placed it on the crepuscular wound. I swelled with blood almost instantly. I can’t do this on my own, he thought to himself. He hastily wrapped pieces of gauze around the wound, and sealed it off with tape. By now the blood was everywere, and it was flowing out of the wound at a steady rate. He grabbed the phone and dialed 911. A tinny voice came over the phone as he made a connection.
“911 what is you emergency.”
“There is a girl in my house, she is loosing a lot of blood,” Josh nearly screamed into the phone.
“What is you address.”
“978 Manning Avenue, please hurry.”
“An ambulance is on it’s way, about five minutes.” And the line went dead.
Josh heard stomping up his steps, he looked out the window and saw the girls father lumbering up his front steps. He picked up the girl and brought her to the kitchen which was in the back of the house. he heard banging on the door, and the yelling of a drunk man.
“Give me back my daughter,” Josh’s neighbor slurred through the door. “I’ll kill you.”
Josh ran from the back room and opened the front door, he opened the door slowly. However he wasn’t ready for the already bloody knife that would follow him opening the door. It slashed at him, but slowly, Josh’s twenty years of Taekwondo had paid off. He sidestepped the knife slash and grabbed the drunk mans arm, he held it in a firm grip. He punched the man hard in the gut, and then chopped the mans throat with the back of his hand. The man choaked and bent at the waist. A final chop to the back of the neck put the man on the ground for good, this was a good thing because Josh heard sirens approaching.
He ran to get the girl he had put on the kitchen table. He picked her up gingerly, careful of her wounds, and brought her outside to the ambulance that was on the road. The paramedics were unloading the crash cart, and they saw him, their brows’ furrowed and they scrutinized him. They saw the man slumped on his doorstep, and then they looked at the girl with concern in his eyes. They decided that she was more important, they swarmed over her like bees trying to save her life. However Josh saw one man, one paramedic, hang back from the group and pull out his radio. He muttered some words that Josh could not hear, he put his radio away and started walking toward Josh.
“What happened here,” sputtered the man. Josh responded tentatively.
“Uhmm, I found this girl on her doorstep and she was bleeding, so I took her into my house and called the ambulance.”
“That’s it, nothing else,” the EMT questioned. “What about the man on your doorstep, he looks knocked out!”
“I think that’s the father of the girl. He is the one who did this to the girl.” It was then that the police arrived. The police officer nearly leaped out f his car and took hold of the scene immediately. People were starting to come out of their houses to see what was going on, the police reacted accordingly. They sent some people to the man on Josh’s doorstep, ad one of the people came to talk to Josh. Of the EMT’s started talking in a fury.
“You need to detain the man over there, he was the one who did this to that girl.” The police officer moved to make an order to the people looking at the man. They put handcuffs on the man and dragged him to the back of the police car, he would be waking up in a prison cell.}
This story contains explicit content, anyone who might be squeemish DO NOT READ THIS. If you enjoy a little gore and saddness then read on.
YOU WERE WARNED!
Because of this I have made the story in white text, if you want to read it, highlight in between the brakkets!
{Josh Kennedy had heard the screams of his neighbor’s daughter for the stress filled week that he had moved there. He didn’t understand why everyone was so scared to go to the social services, or maybe it was the fact that nobody cared. Her dad was the ugly pimple on the on the face of the neighborhood. He was an abusive alcoholic jerk. Who ran his wife out of their home, when his wife left he turned to his daughter to beat on. Many people in the neighborhood partially blame the wife for abandoning her daughter with that horrible man. Josh being a man of 30 years knew about the horrible sins that were committed in the world daily. He was planning on going to the government about this case of abuse after his move was finalized. However he did not get that chance.
Josh was out in his garage unpacking when he heard a scream from his neighbors house. The scream he could tell was laced with pure terror and immense pain. Josh had had enough he was going to go over to his neighbors house, he was going to take that jackass down for beating his daughter. However, he never got the chance, because as soon as he made the decision the girl, the jackass’ daughter came out of the side door, half crawling her way down the steps. Josh went and hopped the four foot fence that separated the two yards. She looked very light, thin and petite. He could guess that her dad hadn’t been letting her eat. Her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping, but she was knocked out. Only then did he notice the big gash down her left calf. He picked her up and she couldn’t of been more than 60 pounds.
He carried her into his living room and set her down on the hardwood. He ran to his hall closet to get his first aid kit, thought for a second, and took the plastic sheet that he kept on the bottom shelf. He put the sheet down on the floor and gently rolled the girl onto the sheet. He took a piece of gauze and placed it on the crepuscular wound. I swelled with blood almost instantly. I can’t do this on my own, he thought to himself. He hastily wrapped pieces of gauze around the wound, and sealed it off with tape. By now the blood was everywere, and it was flowing out of the wound at a steady rate. He grabbed the phone and dialed 911. A tinny voice came over the phone as he made a connection.
“911 what is you emergency.”
“There is a girl in my house, she is loosing a lot of blood,” Josh nearly screamed into the phone.
“What is you address.”
“978 Manning Avenue, please hurry.”
“An ambulance is on it’s way, about five minutes.” And the line went dead.
Josh heard stomping up his steps, he looked out the window and saw the girls father lumbering up his front steps. He picked up the girl and brought her to the kitchen which was in the back of the house. he heard banging on the door, and the yelling of a drunk man.
“Give me back my daughter,” Josh’s neighbor slurred through the door. “I’ll kill you.”
Josh ran from the back room and opened the front door, he opened the door slowly. However he wasn’t ready for the already bloody knife that would follow him opening the door. It slashed at him, but slowly, Josh’s twenty years of Taekwondo had paid off. He sidestepped the knife slash and grabbed the drunk mans arm, he held it in a firm grip. He punched the man hard in the gut, and then chopped the mans throat with the back of his hand. The man choaked and bent at the waist. A final chop to the back of the neck put the man on the ground for good, this was a good thing because Josh heard sirens approaching.
He ran to get the girl he had put on the kitchen table. He picked her up gingerly, careful of her wounds, and brought her outside to the ambulance that was on the road. The paramedics were unloading the crash cart, and they saw him, their brows’ furrowed and they scrutinized him. They saw the man slumped on his doorstep, and then they looked at the girl with concern in his eyes. They decided that she was more important, they swarmed over her like bees trying to save her life. However Josh saw one man, one paramedic, hang back from the group and pull out his radio. He muttered some words that Josh could not hear, he put his radio away and started walking toward Josh.
“What happened here,” sputtered the man. Josh responded tentatively.
“Uhmm, I found this girl on her doorstep and she was bleeding, so I took her into my house and called the ambulance.”
“That’s it, nothing else,” the EMT questioned. “What about the man on your doorstep, he looks knocked out!”
“I think that’s the father of the girl. He is the one who did this to the girl.” It was then that the police arrived. The police officer nearly leaped out f his car and took hold of the scene immediately. People were starting to come out of their houses to see what was going on, the police reacted accordingly. They sent some people to the man on Josh’s doorstep, ad one of the people came to talk to Josh. Of the EMT’s started talking in a fury.
“You need to detain the man over there, he was the one who did this to that girl.” The police officer moved to make an order to the people looking at the man. They put handcuffs on the man and dragged him to the back of the police car, he would be waking up in a prison cell.}
The Bum
I walked up to the 7-11 that was across the street from the main terminal bus shelter in downtown Fort McMurray. I walked in and was greeted with the usually cheery “hi Zach” by the clerk (I went there every day after work so I was well known there). It was rare for a store clerk to know one person by name and by face in a city that was gaining on it’s 100 000th resident. I walked up to the counter and ordered my usual meal: two pieces of chicken and the wedge fries that were just so good. He gave me my meal steaming hot as usual, and I paid Hafiz at the counter. I exited the store and sat on the bench at the bus stop, waiting for my bus.
I was eating for about five minutes and was just about to start on my second and last piece of chicken, when a man sat next to me. I was startled by him and jumped a little in my seat. He was dressed in a tattered overcoat that had an ugly brown colour. His pants were torn at the knees, and looked to be about a hundred years old. He had a scruffy beard and hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed in days, possibly weeks. The man’s face had dirt and grime all over it and it wasn’t very pretty. There was also a stench that wafted off of him like a siege army. The man himself looked to be about forty. He looked at me with a pleading look. I looked at my meal. I lived in a big house in the middle of Eagle Ridge, a ritzy neighborhood where the house prices averaged at about $700 000. I didn’t need this meal. I gave the last piece of chicken to the man, along with the remaining half of the wedge fries. He tore into the meal like he was a wild animal. It was then I noticed his thin figure. There was a possibility that the man had not eaten much in days, maybe a week.
My bus pulled up about five minutes later, along with the parade of the other ones that came with it to the main terminal. I surprised even myself when I asked the hobo to come with me to my house. He looked at me shocked, as if no one had ever been this nice to him.
“What’s your name,” I said. “Mine’s Zachary.”
“My name is Benjamin, thank you for being so nice to me and giving me a meal. I would be happy to accompany you to your house.” I was a little surprised by his speech, I half expected it to be slurred and undefinable. However it was very clear, and he used words that I wouldn’t expect a bum to use in natural speech. I led him to bus number four and gave him the $1.25 fare. Ben got on and put the money in the slot, the bus driver gave him a dirty look, but as I came up behind Ben I glared at the Bus driver’s disgusted face, and he whited out. I am a fairly big man, at 6’8” and about 250 pounds of muscle. The bus driver however was about 5’ tall and 150 pounds soaking wet. I put my fare into the slot, and walked to the back of the bus where Ben had gone. I sat down next to him, and then scooted one seat over. He stunk so bad that I almost couldn’t stand it. He looked at me frowning and I laughed, his frown turned upside down and he started laughing to. We laughed until we got to my house fifteen minutes later.
