Life Hacks/Beth-preg/Custom package1/Get Charity out of the police car and see how she's doing

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You look over to where Charity is inside the car and notice she looks like she has been roughed up a bit. You can see blood on her hand, which she is holding over her face under her nose which seems to be the source. At a glance, you can see that the alignment of her nose with her face is also not quite the same as it was before, suggesting that her nose was broken. This is the most obvious injury that seems to stand out, but you also notice a cut across her left eye and her hair and clothes look like she has been in a struggle.


She looks up at you at the same time you look at her, elation, hope, and a little shame crossing her face in an instant. “Xander!” She yells from inside the car, not moving her hand from below her nose. You open the door at this moment, seething inside and hoping to yourself that the bastard somehow survived the treatment you gave him before so that you could make him suffer even more. If he really DID die then it would be a real waste that he managed to escape from the dark feelings you were now feeling toward him so fast.


With no other way to easily vent your aggression, you simply open the door, and then you pull up on it. What you do next really has more to do with skill than strength. Due to your maxed out skills you knew precisely where the weak points of the hinges on a door to a sedan of this make and model were, and exactly how to stress them most effectively. As such, with the sounds of screeching and grinding metal, you manage to rip the car’s door clear off its hinges. Now, with the broken door in hand, you toss it out into the middle of the parking lot and a part of your heart feels somewhat satisfied at the sound of breaking glass as the door’s window shatters.


Charity seems to look a bit scared for a moment at this display of aggression from you, but a second later when you express feelings of concern for her and call her name her eyes immediately start tearing up. “Roni!” You bark at your little sister who is still standing in a daze. “Go to the restrooms and get a bunch of toilet paper, we have to stop the bleeding and get charity cleaned up.” A flash of intelligence returns to Roni’s eyes as she processes your words, but she still seems to hesitate for a bit until you yell at her again. “Go!”


With this, she starts scampering off to carry out your order. You feel a little guilty about yelling at her, but your maxed out skills in psychology immediately console you that this will actually be good for her. She was caught in such a situation where she had to watch her sister being attacked and there was nothing she could do. Now that you were giving her something she actually COULD do in order to help out it would help her recover and mitigate whatever psychological damages she may have gotten from this experience.


Meanwhile, the sounds of the police sirens are getting closer. It doesn’t take long until you can actually see the police car driving up, reducing its speed as it approaches the entrance to the parking lot. However, it winds up stopping a little premature of that, shortly after they reach the body of the bastard you sent flying through the air. While this is an issue that weighs on your mind, the driving force in your mind right now is helping Charity and there is something you have to do now before the officers in that car reach you and start to occupy your time.


“It’s Ok, it’s Ok Charity.” You say to your sobbing and battered twin sister who is still clutching her bloody nose. “Charity,” you say to her with a more serious tone, “I’m gonna need you to move your hand, let me see your nose.”


Charity lets out a mournful moan of protest that says she really doesn’t want to, but a second later and with a serious glance from you she cautiously moves her hands and allows you to see the fresh red blood that has dripped from her nostrils, down over her chin, and was covering her hands.


“It looks like it’s broken,” you inform her, bringing your hands up to her face. “This is going to hurt a little, I need to put it back into alignment.” After having just informed her of what you were doing, you don’t even give her time to respond before placing your thumbs on either side of her nose and maneuvering it back into place.


“Ah!” Charity yelps in a startled voice before fresh blood comes out once again.


“Alright, that should do it,” you inform her and then begin gently wiping away the fresh trails of blood before she replaces her hands over the lower side of her face.


Your eyes go back to the police car. You see a man jump out of the vehicle and run over to the body of the bastard who hurt Charity, and then the police siren blares again real quick before it starts moving once more, pulling into the parking lot before finally stopping behind the bastard’s patrol car, carefully placed at an exact distance that is close enough that no amount of maneuvering will allow the vehicle to pull out of this parking spot, but at the same time far enough away that all 4 of the doors on the new police car that is obstructing it can be opened freely.

What will you do?