We drove back to the house and Tommy sat in the front seat all tensed up. The polaroids of me laid on the dash board while I saw Nikki in the rear view mirror with a knocked up face.
Blood started pouring out of Tommy's mouth.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed looking through the glove box for some tissues. He wiped the blood away with his fingers then wiped it on his pants.
"Don't do that you'll stain them."
I managed to scavenge for handkerchief that was hanging loosely from the compartment.
"Here dab it lightly on-."
"Yes! I know what to do!" He cut me off making me jump from how loud he was.
He saw the way I jumped and his expression softened.
"Sorry baby." He assured grabbing my hand to hold.
I sat back in the seat.