Zadyre
I was walking around the room, my head swirling with different thoughts. Brielle had come into the house a little past midnight with bloodied hands and body. “Brielle… what happened? Where are you coming from?” I had asked her but she didn’t say anything, all she did was cry.
I had walked towards her and pulled her into a hug, I did not care that my body was going to be stained with the blood that was on her. After I pulled away from her, I had carried her up to our room and helped wash off the blood and dirt on her body and wore comfortable clothes for her.
She was now sitting at the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. She looked so exhausted. I did not like seeing her the way she was looking, she looked so lost and broken. She looked fragile took, like a glass that w
