Bloody Hell.

He caressed my cheek, only to make me flinch, his dangerous lips curl into a smile. "Welcome home, Love." He gesture for me to walk in front of him, my eyes wondering around one other body standing at a distance. "Come along," He murmured, he entwined our fingers, as he lead us towards the man.

We've got closer, i had began to freak out.

I suddenly felt like i was choking. A slight laugh was echoed from the man a a distant, every step lead closer to him, the way he stood, the way his hair was curly, long, and messy. His his red flannel was ripped near his chest, his black jeans had holes in them, naturally. i make my way back up to his eyes once more, but along the way i stare at his shirt again, and noticed the red was not a natural color of the shirt, it was blood.

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