Myles Seven Years Ago
Alex helped me walk through the door, he was still chuckling to himself. I was trying my best to stay tough even though I can feel pain in my hand, and the sweatshirt Alex tied around me to work as a sling is pulling at my wrist, making it worse.
When we open up the door Marcus is there he sees Alex and I, and then his hands rest over the makeshift sling. “What happened?”
I didn’t say anything, scared that he would be upset I lost a fight. Alex didn’t dare say that he helped me out. He just suppressed his laughter and said, “He got in a fight with one of those guys trying to hit on girls on the street. It was a really noble act, but I think he ended up breaking his wrist.”
“It’s not broken!” I said quickly, trying to make sure that it didn’t come across worse tha
