Glory cracked open the door and let me in. “How is she?” I asked her and Venom.
“See for yourself.” Venom said bitterly. Kylie laid on the bed, curled in a fetal position. Her pink shirt was torn at the hem, but I didn’t see any marks on her face at all. That made me believe Hugo’s account about the slap because if he struck her a few hours ago, it made sense the mark was already gone.
“Has she said anything at all?”
“Not a word. Venom even got down beside her and kissed her cheek. She didn’t even flinch,” Glory said.
“What’s the mother f****r saying?” Venom’s anger radiated off him.
“Hugo said he and Kylie were playing video games, drinking and grab-assing. She invited him up here, they started making out and she freaked out during it. He swears he stopped when she started screamin
