Ch 48
Julia Thomas
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Nate presses the cotton next to my wound to make it stop bleeding.
“I should go see how's Emma”
I look up,
Feeling my head still aching
I'm having concussions
I know it
But I can't sit still
My sister
My mother is out there.
“I should go” I try to get on my step But I groan out of pain
And he is already watching me
“She's being taken care of.
And your mother? She is drunk.
So, we had to send her home.
But your aunt is there with her.
So, no worries.
I'm taking care of things.
And now all I want you to do is rest”
He explains, as he throws the cotton into the trash can
As he turns around facing me.
“Why didn't you call me before you decided that it was a good idea to show up at the club
Clearly knowing something was wrong?”
He que
