17. Comfort her.
Themi POV
I bring My angel to our bungalow. Whole way she was hiccupping in to my chest. It breaks me to see her like that.
I take her to my room because I know she'll have nightmares. I put her on the bed and try to stand.
But she grabs me from my shirt and her tearful eyes bore on to mine. I know she's seeking comfort from me.
Why not? After all I'm her boyfriend. She's my responsibility now. I'll bring my angel back.
Then I slowly run my fingers on the finger marks on her cheeks. She hisses with pain and I suddenly take my hand off.
"Themi, I feel like a crap. Can I take a wash?"
She murmured.
"You are not a crap baby. You're my angel. ST's girlfriend. SS's little sister. Your father loves you so much. Mona loves you as a sister, mother, friend."
When I menti
