Chapter 115

Even though my leg is throbbing and I can't really apply pressure down onto my ankle, I still limp to my duffel bag that I somehow reminded Liam to bring in. I fetch myself a pair of jean shorts and an over sized sweater, along with my other essentials. I take a bath, simply enjoying resting in the warm and washing away all the impurties of yesterday. Such as dried blood and dirt that has somehow caked itself into my hair. Once I'm done, I dry off and throw on my clothes as well as my combat boots. I re-braid my hair and then slither into the kitchen, where I work with what Liam has in his fridge. Which is relatively nothing, really. All he has is eggs and bacon and tea. And then some other old musty jar of pickles I thought Liam threw out. But hey, at least he has breakfast food stocked away. I make as little noise as I can, but eventually, I hear footsteps behind me and I turn around, expecting to find Liam but inside I find myself