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GREY KINGSTON
"hey," rick places his hand on my shoulder the minute we walk into the house. "you okay?"
i tiredly nod my head.
"you've lost a lot of blood, come on."
deanna immediately took nicholas to her house for questioning—said she wants the whole story, beginning to end. glenn and i will be questioned sometime tomorrow.
it's going to cause a divide between us and the rest of alexandria—one bigger than the one that already exists. it's the new people's word against an established resident who's been here from the start.
we're going to have to put up a fight to keep our place here, maybe even for our lives.
rick flicks on the lights in the upstairs bathroom which causes my eyes to squint and my head to pound.
he closes the door behind us and then grabs the first aid kit that's under the sink.
"how was your day?" i ask, my lower back resting against the counter.
"you're gonna ask me about my day when half your face is covered in blood?"
"i care about your day."
his gaze flicks back and forth between me and the alcohol he's pouring onto a pad, "carol and i found out pete's hitting jessie."
"what?"
he closes the space between us, lightly dabbing at my cut with the pad, "we assume ron, too."
"and sam?" i ask, watching how concentrated his blue eyes are on what he's doing.
"jessie put a lock in his closet from the inside, tells him to go in there and not come out 'till she gets him."
i begin to gnaw on my bottom lip. i know firsthand what it's like being the kid of an abusive man. i know carol knows what it's like being the wife of one too.
"we gotta do somethin'." i say quietly.
rick opens up a pack of wound closure bandages to put on for me.
"i know. i was gonna talk to deanna about it tomorrow, but—"
i flinch as he places the bandage on my cut.
"sorry." he whispers.
"what're we gonna do, make a cell and throw him in it?" i shake my head. "you know how this ends."
he looks down at me after tossing the trash out, "yeah, i do. i also know they're not gonna like it."
"did you tell rosita? she works with him, maybe she should know."
