"What are you doing here?", he said in annoyed voice.
"I-uh.. ", I lost words, still couldn't take my eyes on the blood.
"You're not supposed to be here", he said coldly.
"Is that blood?", I suddenly had the courage to speak.
He looked down to his shirt then sighed. "Yes"
"Oh", was all I could say. "You killed someone?", I whispered slowly.
He was silent and seemed contemplated whether he should tell me or not. "No", he finally said.
"Then why-"
"I'll tell you later", he cut me in. "Now, I want you go upstairs, and don't come down here, do you understand me?", he demanded.
"But-"
"Can't you listen to me for once? Just do what you're told", he raised his voice making me jumped. Without saying anything, I turned around and ran upstairs. Tears were flowing from my eyes. How c
