!!!!!!Trigger warning!!!!!!! I should've warned you all from the beginning that this contains sensitive topics and I apologize that I didn't. Please skip this chapter if it makes you uneasy for the sake of your mental health
Buck's POV:
Sam and I make it to the house a little while after dark. Once we're inside, I head straight to the bathroom, shut the door, and lock it. I slide downward against the door then glance over at the little pocket knife that I use frequently. I take it then roll up my sleeve
I put the knife on the sink counter
I'm at peace for now I smile, letting tears flow my face
I wipe them to hide any suspicion from Sam. I unlock the door and am about to open it when I notice I forgot to put my sleeve in it's original position. I quickly do that
I breathe a sigh of relief
Can't let Sam see this
I stretch the door and go out
"Hey Sam" I announce, trying to sound optimistic
"Hi" He replies, concentrated on his laptop
"Who you emailing?"
"Sharon. See if she can help us figure out who the power broker is"
"Cool" I respond
I peak at the clock to see it's almost midnight
"You might wanna call it a night" I point out
"Yeah, you're right" Sam says, shutting his device
We both go upstairs to our rooms. I always sleep on the floor since beds are too soft for me. I lie down with two blankets, one for the floor and for myself, then pillow
I shut my eyes, hoping I don't have a nightmare
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