I leave the room with my crimson blood on the floor, accompanied by the fragment of glass on my skin. I feebly descended the stairs, leaving a print of blood on the steps. When I'm finally on the backdoor, I heard a loud laugh of a guy. It was from Rhys. I release the breath I didn't I'm holding when I realized it's all good down here.
“Why the hell are bleeding, Kyle?” I heard Drew shouted. He's going down the stairs. Concerned took over his all features. He's now taking two steps at a time. When he reached my side, he held my hand carefully and pulled me towards the kitchen. He made me sit in the chair.
He stood up and grab the first aid kit.
"Why the hell are your feet bleeding?" he asked in terror. He grasps my ankle scrupulously. "Goddamn, Kyle. There's still glass on it."
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