s**t.
"Alisa, wait," I called as I climbed off the bed without bothering to put on some clothes.
She wore her dress over her head quickly and raced to the door. I reached out just in time to stop her.
"Will you please listen to me, Alisa," I said, standing in front of her. Her face was red, and her lids were swollen and red too. Even with the straps cut off her dress still suit her perfectly which made me wonder why they were even attached. Her hair was in a messy braid, and she clutched her heels tightly.
"Please just let me go home," she whispered, more tears flowing from her eyes. Her eyes skimmed across my hand, it had stopped bleeding, but it was still red and sore. "I can't believe I did that to you. I'm so sorry."
She pushed past me and rushed to the door. I bolted to the doo
