Peach's eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, her face was soft and confused, her hand went to her mouth and she touched her lips, they were wet with something warm and copper tasting.
She looked at Isaac. His hand was pressed against his neck and blood was seeping through his fingers, dripping down his collarbone and staining his shirt. His face was pale and his eyes were wide.
"Isaac?" she said, her voice was small and shaky. "What happened?”
He did not answer. He just stared at her.
Peach sat up straighter and reached for him. "Isaac, your neck is bleeding, oh my god, let me see—"
His hand came across her face before she could finish the sentence.
The slap was hard and fast, his backhand caught her on the cheek and snapped her head to the side. The pain was sharp and hot a
