Chapter 22
I closed and locked the window. Outside, Jake had not stopped his incessant howling. I let him in through the back door. He bounded over to me immediately, whining, putting his muzzle up to my face, trying to lick it. I floundered into the bathroom to wash the blood off my arm. Unfortunately, the sound of sirens brought Arch and Macguire rushing down the stairs.
The bloody fingers of my left hand pressed the lock on the bathroom door. I couldn’t talk to anyone just yet. When the boys called, I responded by saying I’d be there in a minute. I looked dreadful. My face was blotchy; my right cheek bore the scarlet imprint of John Richard’s hand. I turned the cold water all the way up and splashed and resplashed my face. It had been a long time since the Jerk had treated me like thi
