Bianca
My heart raced at the sight before me. I never knew what I was thinking when I came up with such ideas.
I was desperate to leave this freaking room, as I never wanted the torture that always came with Alex and this room.
But standing there with the broken bottle in my arms and the rushing flow of blood from his head made hot tremors run down my spine.
My chest heaved, the sting of the unknown clinging to me like a second skin. I watched as he clutched his arms to his broken skull, his palms soaked in blood, his body resting against the wardrobe as his whimpers of fear echoed through me. His eyes barely settled on me.
Dread clung to me as my instincts told me to run, but my legs betrayed me. They were glued in place, and that pool of blood seeping out cracked something inside me.
