I froze as I stared at his face. What happened to him? I couldn’t think straight a million and one things ran through my mind in an instant. But I do remember standing up onto my feet and they surprised me by not shaking.
I shut the door tightly, locking it. I went to the kitchen and soaked towels in the sink, grabbing extra dry towels on my way back to Will. I started clearing his cuts and I winced at how his face really looked like when I was finished drying them.
I looked at him for a minute before I left the room. I got a pillow from his bed and his blanket, I wrapped him up after I changed his clothes, which when I did I found many more cuts and bruises. I carefully stepped over him in a hazy as I started to cook so soup for when he wakes up. I heard a knock at the door and I whirled around at the sound. My heart was beating faster and I dropped the spoon I was holding in my hand as I stirred the soup. I backed away from the door slowly afraid that whoever was behind the door would hear me.
I tripped and landed on my but with a loud thud. The knocking sounded again, louder this time. Damn.
I crawled over to Will and snuggled into him as the banging continued. I draped an arm around him and cried into his chest.
I woke up the next morning my eyes swollen and red. I was wrapped in warm comforting arms, I tried to get up without waking up Will but he shot straight up right when I moved.
“Sorry.” I whispered.
“You have nothing to be sorry about Val.” he told me softly.
“What happened to you?” I asked quickly changing the subject.
He shrugged, “nothing i can’t handle.”
I rolled my eyes, “Obviously not. You came home bloody and bruised, some stranger was banging on the door last night. I was scared for my life, Will.” I cried and he wrapped me into a hug.
“I know and I’m sorry. I won’t drag you into this.” he shook his head, “I’ll take care of this.”
“But you are dragging me into this Will, me being your sister, brought me into this!” I shouted pushing him away.
“Valarie, I know. Please I’ll keep you safe.” he pleaded. I slammed my door in front of his face as tears ran down my face.
He was selfish, didn’t he think that this would affect me? Seeing him come how all bloody and bruised, seeing him struggle?
I froze as I was about to open the door to the apartment to go to school was I selfish for wanting Aden and Rosie with me? When they could be just as or happier even without dealing with all this..