Chapter 134

"Leslie?" Broderick called out softly, trying to test the waters. "I'm coming in." He pushed the door open and stepped inside. Leslie was standing beside the bathtub; the tub was filled to the brim with water. She glanced over at him, her face tear-streaked. Seeing her eyes all red and wet, Broderick's heart clenched a bit. He'd always liked it better when she smiled brightly. Now even her pretty nose was pink from crying. She held out her hand-her finger was bleeding, must've nicked it somewhere, the skin had broken. Through tiny sobs, she whimpered, "Broderick, it hurts..." He leaned in to check. So she'd cried just from cutting her finger. This girl-she really flipped a switch after drinking. Normally she was all bold and wild. Now she was crying her heart out over a small cut. He sighed quietly, his voice unconsciously gentle. "Alright, hang on, I'll be right back." He went back to his room and grabbed the first aid kit. There were waterproof band-aids in there. When he returned to