Theodore
Pulling at the strand of my hair, I bounce my legs as I am leaned over, my elbows propped onto my knees.
I start to feel dizzy, but I don’t care.
The blood sticking on me is making my stomach churn, and I would want nothing more than to just tear the clothes off my body.
Oh, God, I think I’m going to throw up.
Sobbing, I tighten my fists, clasping my hair harder.
Not only will I be processed for an assault in a cafeteria and be broadcast on all news channels for my family to see.
But I will also lose my job.
Oh, God, I’m going to jail.
Who cares about the job?
Helades’ face flickers up in front of my inner eye, and I sob again, cuddling deeper.
As I’m sobbing pathetically, I nearly miss the lock of the door clicking, and I jerk up to look at the door opening.
