Kayson
Kayson
Mal sat in the far corner of the room, staring at Smith’s closed door like he could knock it down with a glare. Geros had excused himself, strangely quiet about the events of the day. He’d showered and gone to bed.
What the f**k had happened today between these three? What had they done to her?
I sat close to Smith’s room and listened as the shower unit went on, then off. I listened to the quiet noises she made getting ready to go to bed. I heard the quiet padding of her footsteps as she walked across the room and climbed into bed.
And I heard her tears. She was not sobbing, more like riding a set of waves that ebbed and flowed. Cry. Sniffle. Silence. Repeat.
I couldn’t f*****g take it.
I walked over to Mal and sat opposite him so I could whisper. “What the f**k happen
