I sat in front of the front door; staring at it as if I was a puppy waiting for his owner. The bleeding had stopped, with the dried blood making my skin itchy and flaky. I refused to reach around and itch it though, for the fear of blindly causing myself to bleed more and put myself into a state of pain again. I looked up to the clock, then to the door again. Fifteen minutes had passed since Jay had hung up. Where was he?
As if on cue, there was a light knocking on the door. If I had a tail, it would have been wagging wildly. I stood up onto my wobbling legs to answer it. Sure enough, the red-head was there. I smiled softly to him as he wa
I couldn't sleep very well that night. The thoughts of the things that Nate had said to me were coursing through my mind as the underwear lingered on the floor. The dried blood and musk smell wafted over to me many times, but I couldn't bring myself to move the article of clothing back to the dirty pile. I made a mental note to make sure that I got the laundry done whenever I decided to pry myself from the bed again. I peeled open an eye to look over to the alarm clock that was across the room.
3:40 AM. I glared death at the clock before rolling to face away from it. I crossed my arms over my chest in a huff and forgot about the wounds I s
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