Vice scanned me from head to toe. Her forehead is creasing and her eyes can't believe what she's seeing.
She said f**k… I didn't know she could cuss.
"What?!" She suddenly start dragging me towards the house while pulling my collar.
"Sit down."
"Wait, if you're gonna get mad for what happened, mind as well hear my explana–"
"Sit your ass down. That's an order, Mr. Cortez," my jaw clenched and followed what she ordered me to do.
She quietly took an ointment from the first aid kit and I step back when she was about to put some on the bruises on my cheek.
"It should be ice, not an ointment," I shake my head.
"I prefer using this. It's an ointment made by my family. I know how to use this thing, so shut up," I pursed my lips and closed my eyes as she slowly wipe it on my bruises.
"Woa
