Destiney let out her breath shakily and felt for the stinging pain on her leg. Sharp-edged narrow copper clawed it and ate its flesh, while the warm liquid of red paint seeped into the brittle asphalt. The horror was written on the face of the driver of the truck when he got out of it and hurried to the girl. 'Did she miss the red light?' tried to explain the situation to onlookers. The truck driver reluctantly grabbed her left leg, which was caught between the spokes of her bicycle, and slowly and carefully freed it from the wheel. With a painful groan, Destiney rose and wiped the gravel from his face. Her right side, which had absorbed the impact, was covered with abrasions. Despite the pain she felt and the wounds she sustained, the person opposite seemed visibly relieved. It wouldn't have been missing and he would have caught her head-on. Your body would have been shattered by the force. That would have been the end of her life. A debt that would have been brought before the driver every day. Nobody would like to carry around such a load, not even a truck driver. "Can't you watch out then!" suddenly said his angry voice after he had composed his thoughts.
Big, dark red eyes look at him in disbelief. Was she the one who wanted to race across an intersection when she was 180? Her body ached and her bike was completely worn out. What a person who, at a moment like this, preferred to reprimand rather than call an ambulance. She pressed her lips tightly together so as not to turn her thoughts outward. She was uncomfortable with the commotion that had reached the scene of the accident. "If we were alone now, I would finish you" escaped her as an unclean hiss, so that the syllables shattered on her closed teeth. Destiney just turned around, disinterested in the conversation and cursed the next moment she leaned on her injured leg. It hurt, but she was brave. It wasn't far to home. The crushed driving device lay on its side like a dead animal and was simply thrown to the side of the road so that it no longer obstructed traffic.

Destiney stepped through the front door about twice as long as it would have otherwise taken. The sound of the door closing drew a rotted figure out of her room. "So, what do you look like?" tossed it at his head with a crooked grin. "I could ask you the same thing! Hey jei jei what happened to your leg? Did you try to puree it in the blender?" Destiney didn't take a second look at her leg. The first one had already caused an uncomfortable feeling in the stomach area. Still, the blood made it look a lot worse than it actually felt. "Such an asshole wanted to kill me and then wanted to kill me too!" she hoped for some sympathy from her brother.He was just not particularly fit, just awake enough not to simply fall asleep during the conversation. "Did you study all night again?" Sighing, she studied the dark circles under the eyes and the cheesy skin on his face. "Don't worry Des. I'm wide awake," he dragged out words with a yawn, revealing the inconsistency between mind and body. "You absolutely look like shit." she whistled happily and grinned cheekily. "Wow. Thanks! Are you always so charming to your boyfriend? Oh no, I forgot ~" he teased back with the same grin. The pleasure in their facial expressions escaped into misery. He had gone too far with this saying. She would definitely start a riot for it! But not now. The burning sensation on her moving leg had reminded her of the wound that now had to be treated. Leaning along the railing, she tackled step by step. The first time she found it inconvenient that the bathroom was on the first floor next to hers. Certainly helpful for urgent needs, but nothing more than torture in the current situation. Arrived and locked, she pushed the torn clothes off her body and watched the spectacle of her scratched skin. She carefully dabbed the red trim on a cotton ball with disinfectant. Yes, if she had had a sweet friend now, he would surely have looked after her, but above all he would have squeezed the fat idiot of the truck driver together properly. That would have been a satisfaction. Unfortunately, in the end, she was single. On some evenings, nothing scared her more than the thought that 'the right one' would probably never come. Her rebellious ways simply put off most guys. Des did not feel that he was cute or in need of protection. She was strong and passionate. A woman with the will and the power to enforce it. With a low growl, she caught herself looking at the mirror and instead of concentrating on the wound, she looked at her body continuously. So what?! They weren't your typical swarm of men. Better a person with character than one of these dressed-up chicks or these hypocritical search-protector dolls. She was pretty, but not every boy dared approach me, Kalibier. "The right one, it will," she whispered to her reflection in the mirror, whereupon she earned a smile.
Something else that was moving caught their attention. One of those dolls was just coming down the street. The reflection of the surface made it look like she was going, which Des would certainly have preferred, but turned around and looked directly through the window, she saw that the girl was prancing straight home. Mimi Colary, unlike Destiney, she was the embodiment of cuteness. The guys really wanted to be my protector and suddenly they felt incredibly strong.But the boy who liked this fuss the most walked next to her and did not leave Mimi for a moment with his attention. 'The whole family has a total write-off', Des thought, amused, and watched as they turned two houses further onto the property and thus disappeared from their field of vision.