Every second. Every minute. Feels like poison to me.
"Alonzo..." I struggled to say his name while he had his back to me, talking on his phone.
He glanced at me briefly, looked me up and down, and when he saw my neck, he cursed and immediately ended the call with whoever he was talking to.
"Damn, you are bleeding!" he said angrily, immediately looking for a doctor for me. "I need another doctor!"
I held my neck and only then did I remember the deep scratch Valerie had given me.
Right now, I don't care about myself. What I want is to explain to him whatever was happening earlier.
I don't even know why I feel the need to explain to Alonzo! It's just something urging me inside…
To clean my name. To defend my name.
A doctor immediately approached us. I saw how Alonzo's dark expressi
