The woozy, dizzy feeling i felt has disappeared when i woke up the next morning. I get up and check in the mirror, moving the bandage and I understand why. The wound has healed, i blink my left eye and this time it doesn't cause me a headache. It's nice.
I shower the dried blood from my head, and get dressed for the day. Then last night hits me. The conversation with my dad, which means i have to train more, see if shifting hurts. First i need find Blake to help me-Blake.
That f*****g asshole.
Now i get what he meant.
Him and Peter had s*x. That' f*****g prick. Where is he hiding?
I shove away from the counter and follow his scent, i find him talking with Peter of all people. I shove Peter and punch Blake in the face, and instead of getting up he just sits on the ground, his head
