Ruby
“Can we please talk?” Dad eyed us desperately, imploring us to listen. We backed up towards the door, preparing to escape.
“Caleb and I were fighting.” He let out an exhausted sigh. “I just thought—” He circled his hands around, struggling to justify this.”
I squealed with shock as soon as he mentioned Caleb.
“What? Oh, my God. Dad, why would you do that?” I demanded an explanation, livid that he got into a fight with my boyfriend.
My insides were screaming. That was Caleb’s blood. I felt sick.
“I know this seems bad.” He ran a hand up and down in front of himself, gesturing at his presentation. “But it looks a lot worse than it is,” he spluttered out his words in a desperate plea.
It was as if he’d only just realized how his blood-splattered, disheveled image looked to us. Mom
