The noise he overheard from the kitchen was Shirley's voice. “I hope she's not hurt” while rushing and walking as fast as his legs could carry him to the kitchen.
“What happened to you?” he asked while drawing closer to her to see what was wrong with her. I kept my bleeding hands in the sink to prevent the blood from oozing onto the floor.
I tried to walk backwards. I didn't want him to draw closer, but I was badly hurt and needed help. There's this feeling I feel when he tries to get close to me.
He rushed to get cotton and a bandage from their first aid kit as he saw my hands bleeding.
As he held my hands to clean the blood, I felt differently even as I was in pain. What happened, Shirley? He asked. I didn't utter a word because my mind was wandering elsewhere. He asked multiple tim
