I waited upstairs patiently as I tried to wash the blood out of clothes in the bathroom sink.
The blood had already stained. I felt like crying, I always f**k everything up. I leaned against the wall as I gave up hope of getting the stain out. I slowly slid down to the floor, my bloody hands covering my face.
I was so exhausted of living this lifestyle; I was tired of the constant violence that came with it.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I shook my head.
Suddenly the door opened.
"Oh I'm- are you ok?" Kaylo noticed my tears. "Oh yeah, I'm fine" I smiled as genuine as I possibly could, wiping the tears away. "You're crying" he looked confused. "Did Ace do that?" Kaylo almost sounded angry.
"No- he helped me" I muttered as I turned and faced the mirror. "Ace ? Ace Montone helped you?"
