An excerpt from my novel which continues on directly from here.
The angry man was running now, sprinting in fact, and that’s when bald bigot number two threw me down on the floor. I landed all wrong on my arm but I needed to bring it up to protect my head from what was coming next. I couldn’t move it; it was underneath me at a disturbingly twisted angle. One arm would have to do. Just as I moved my arm to put it over my head one of them kicked me in the stomach. Hard. The breath was completely knocked out of me. The pain throbbed and pulsed through my body. The other one kicked my back, not as hard but still jolting pain. As I tried to cry out in pain my breath still hadn’t come back to me, I was desperately searching for air. I couldn’t believe what was happening, these men looked in their forties, attacking a woman twenty years younger than them, for what. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, they were not satisfied with the damage they had already done – physically, emotionally and psychologically. One of them smashed their empty glass bottle against the pavement and then proceeded to thrust it on my unguarded face with force. It stung and throbbed at the same time. I could feel warm blood tricking down from different places all over my face. I brought my remaining free arm up to my face instinctively to touch the wounds. I could feel glass all over my face, a big piece of glass was sticking out of my left cheek, I let out a sob but I tried to control it, the more I moved the more the glass seemed to wedge itself in.
That all happened in a matter of seconds because now the angry man was shoving both of them away from me and I think he punched one of them but I couldn’t really tell much. My face felt like it was on fire, there was shards of glass wedged in my skin and when I tried to open my mouth to speak it felt so wrong. My skin was open in so many places and blood was pouring out.
The angry man was making a call as he turned to me and crouched down.
“I need an ambulance and police, a lady, a girl she’s been attacked by two men, her face, th-they punched her. Oh my god, they bottled her, her face is bleeding a lot. Come quickly.” His voice was shaky, adrenaline pumping through his body as well, he was rushing his words out frantically but I knew that voice. As I looked at him properly I saw who he was. Ryan. It was Ryan.
“Ry..” I tried to speak, to get his name out but I was struggling with all the glass in my face. My voice came out husky and barely audible.
He realised I was trying to say something and he came closer to me, “What is it miss? Don’t worry the ambulance is on the way, I’ll stay with you, don’t worry miss!” He reassured me.
I would have smiled if I could have, “Ryan.” I managed to say his name though I think I made one of the cuts deeper by doing so.
Recognising his name, he looked confused, frowning and his eyes widening at the same time. “Oh my god Yasmin! Yasmin, I… I can’t believe it, I didn’t recognise you with the… glass, oh my god Yasmin, what did they do to you!” He looked like he was going to cry.
He went to hold my hand but then stopped himself at the last second, he took off his jacket and put it over me, he was looking in my eyes, constantly reassuring me as we waited for the ambulance.
Several times he looked over in the direction the bald bigots had ran and a wave of fury seemed to go through him.
I don’t know how long it took the ambulance to come, it felt like hours but at the same time it seemed to be only minutes. All the while we were waiting, Ryan was visibly at odds with himself. He would go from muttering furiously about the men who had attacked me, to reassuring me, putting his hand on my shoulder, moving to hold my hand and then stopping himself at the last second.
He didn’t know what to do with himself. He tried to stop the bleeding from some of the wounds but when he put even the slightest of pressure on one of them it made me cry out in pain.
“I’m so sorry Mina, I want to help, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you!” He looked anguished and in pain himself. I tried to moan in response and reassure him with my eyes.
I saw the blue flashing lights and the relief on Ryan’s face was palpable.
The paramedics promptly came over to me and started asking questions which Ryan was answering at length. The paramedics assisted me into the back of the ambulance. They seemed to be telling Ryan he couldn’t come with me, which made him frantic. He was insisting and pleading with the paramedics, explaining that he had called them and that we were best friends. Slightly bending the truth but they relented and allowed him into the ambulance.
I didn’t know what was going on or what they were doing to me now. I just wanted to close my eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening. I just wanted my mum.