pain pounded into my head from the egg-size bump on the back of my noggin.
"Ouch..." I murmured.
Garrison slipped a pillow beneath my head. "I've called the cops, but it looks like whoever came in here and attacked the place left in a hurry." That reminded me of the gang members and that hulking shadow, and I whipped my head to the left and right. The place was a mess with machines torn from the walls and coins everywhere, but there wasn't a sign of any of the guys or the shadow thing. All that whipping gave me whiplash, and made my head hurt worse. "Don't go moving too fast," Garrison warned me. "Did you want any water?"
"N-no, I'm okay. Just let me sit up." He hefted me up so I sat with my back against one of the washers. It was the one that had held my laundry, though not anymore. My shirts, pants and underwear were strewn throughout the room, including on me.
Garrison picked a pair of underwear off my shoulder and plopped it on the ground. "Do you remember anything about what happened here?"
I shook my head, and I winced when that caused more pain to shoot through my skull. "There was this group of guys, some of the Green Bandanna gang, and they smashed up the machines. They found me hiding and held me down on the floor-" I shuddered when I recalled what they were going to do.
"Skip that part. What happened next?" Garrison asked me.
"Then the lights went out and somebody kept sneaking out of the dark and grabbing them. I got out of the way when they shot at him, but whoever it was must have been wearing a bullet proof vest or something because he ran into them and threw them everywhere." I glanced up and noticed the flimsy ceiling tiles were broken from the impact of a human body.
Garrison followed my eyes, and raised an eyebrow. "Even up there?" he guessed.
"Must have. I guess the guy may have chased them out of here when they were done."
"I'm not sure that's quite what happened," Garrison hesitantly argued.
I frowned. "Why?"
"Let me show you something." Garrison helped me to my feet and turned me around so I faced the exterior wall. All the windows were broken out and there were drops of blood on the shards around the sills. "They must have been really desperate to get out." He tilted his head to one side and frowned. "The police are finally coming." I listened, and sure enough there were police sirens coming down the street. "Come on, let's get you into my apartment so you can sit down on something warm. That floor can't be comfortable."
Garrison helped me into his apartment and set me back in the kitchen chair. His place was long and narrow like the laundry room, but it went back farther toward the stairwell where there were a few rooms partitioned off from the kitchen and living room. I assumed those were bedrooms and bath. Before he left to answer the knocking of the police at the front door he tossed me a shirt from his bedroom. "You might need that," he told me and left the room.
I glanced down at myself and was reminded that I only had my bra on. Even that was slightly askew, reveling more of my breasts than I cared to share with the world. I yelped and slipped into the shirt. Garrison was soon back down with four cops, three of which went to the laundry room and one of them followed Garrison back to his apartment to talk to me. The cop introduced himself as Officer Cranston.
"Mr. Garrison here tells us you were in some sort of a fight," Officer Cranston assumed. "Did you need medical attention?"
I shook my head. "I'm fine, just a bump on the head, but I wasn't really in the fight. I just kind of watched it."
"Can you describe to me what happened?" I described as best I could the happenings of the evening, and he jotted everything down in his book. "And how long would you say you were out?"
"I don't know. What time is it?"
"Almost eight," Garrison spoke up. "I heard some noises in the laundry room and when I flicked on the light I found Miss Taylor on the ground."
"You let us in through the
"Ouch..." I murmured.
Garrison slipped a pillow beneath my head. "I've called the cops, but it looks like whoever came in here and attacked the place left in a hurry." That reminded me of the gang members and that hulking shadow, and I whipped my head to the left and right. The place was a mess with machines torn from the walls and coins everywhere, but there wasn't a sign of any of the guys or the shadow thing. All that whipping gave me whiplash, and made my head hurt worse. "Don't go moving too fast," Garrison warned me. "Did you want any water?"
"N-no, I'm okay. Just let me sit up." He hefted me up so I sat with my back against one of the washers. It was the one that had held my laundry, though not anymore. My shirts, pants and underwear were strewn throughout the room, including on me.
Garrison picked a pair of underwear off my shoulder and plopped it on the ground. "Do you remember anything about what happened here?"
I shook my head, and I winced when that caused more pain to shoot through my skull. "There was this group of guys, some of the Green Bandanna gang, and they smashed up the machines. They found me hiding and held me down on the floor-" I shuddered when I recalled what they were going to do.
"Skip that part. What happened next?" Garrison asked me.
"Then the lights went out and somebody kept sneaking out of the dark and grabbing them. I got out of the way when they shot at him, but whoever it was must have been wearing a bullet proof vest or something because he ran into them and threw them everywhere." I glanced up and noticed the flimsy ceiling tiles were broken from the impact of a human body.
Garrison followed my eyes, and raised an eyebrow. "Even up there?" he guessed.
"Must have. I guess the guy may have chased them out of here when they were done."
"I'm not sure that's quite what happened," Garrison hesitantly argued.
I frowned. "Why?"
"Let me show you something." Garrison helped me to my feet and turned me around so I faced the exterior wall. All the windows were broken out and there were drops of blood on the shards around the sills. "They must have been really desperate to get out." He tilted his head to one side and frowned. "The police are finally coming." I listened, and sure enough there were police sirens coming down the street. "Come on, let's get you into my apartment so you can sit down on something warm. That floor can't be comfortable."
Garrison helped me into his apartment and set me back in the kitchen chair. His place was long and narrow like the laundry room, but it went back farther toward the stairwell where there were a few rooms partitioned off from the kitchen and living room. I assumed those were bedrooms and bath. Before he left to answer the knocking of the police at the front door he tossed me a shirt from his bedroom. "You might need that," he told me and left the room.
I glanced down at myself and was reminded that I only had my bra on. Even that was slightly askew, reveling more of my breasts than I cared to share with the world. I yelped and slipped into the shirt. Garrison was soon back down with four cops, three of which went to the laundry room and one of them followed Garrison back to his apartment to talk to me. The cop introduced himself as Officer Cranston.
"Mr. Garrison here tells us you were in some sort of a fight," Officer Cranston assumed. "Did you need medical attention?"
I shook my head. "I'm fine, just a bump on the head, but I wasn't really in the fight. I just kind of watched it."
"Can you describe to me what happened?" I described as best I could the happenings of the evening, and he jotted everything down in his book. "And how long would you say you were out?"
"I don't know. What time is it?"
"Almost eight," Garrison spoke up. "I heard some noises in the laundry room and when I flicked on the light I found Miss Taylor on the ground."
"You let us in through the
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