POV1
I sat at the table in the big room again. Andrew sat on the otherside of the table and looked at a cup with some liquid. But I was looking at a new guy. I have never seen him here before, he was new.
He's just one more to abuse you.
I got goosebumps all over me and I looked away from him. He was talking to the asshole right now and it made me worried.
I looked at Andrew and he looked at me too. "Are you tired?" He asked me and I shook my head slowly. "Me neither... what do you have?" He asked and I got a little confused but got what he meant.
Shh. Don't say anything. Ahaha that's bad.
"Nothing... I have nothing." I said and looked down.
"Lucky then." He said and took his cup and drank the dark liquid from it. He spilled a little on the gray-white table. It was dark red, like blood.
"What's that?" I asked and he looked down at it and then at me.
"Coffee." He said and drank more as he probably was addicted to it.
"But it's red." I said confused and stared into his deep brown eyes. He stopped drinking and put the cup down, then he smiled and chuckled.
"... you do have something." He said and I shook my head faster this time. "Yes you do."