Jack G's POV
* nothing important at all really happens in the two years from the last chapter so let's not waste your time and keep to years back okay lmao bye*
I woke up and decided to go downstairs after smelling coffee from our room. Lia was out of bed which means that she must be making breakfast.
I walked down the stairs.
"Goodmorning babe!" I said, Turing the corner to walk into the kitchen.
I walked in to see Lia sitting on one of the stools by the island with a red stained paper towel around her hand.
"What's wrong?! Why are you bleeding?" I asked, rushing over to her.
I casually stepped back through, realizing that it was blood, which makes me feel sick. I try not to look at blood cause it makes me dizzy.
"I don't know. I put my hand in the utensil drawer to get a knife to make breakfast and I felt like someone was watching me and I got scared so i jumped and it cut me." She answered while nervously peeking under the towel on her hand.
"I would help you babe but I can't look at blood."
As if on cue, Sammy walked in the room. Johnson, Nate and him had a key so this wasn't weird to see him here, but it was just a weird coincidence.
"Hey Sam."I told him and I turned back to Lia.
"Honey, you probably just saw Sam."
"Dude I literally just got here. and btw, what's happening?" He asked confused.
"It's a long story." I responded
"Yo Lia, are you bleeding?" Sam asked.
"Yeah but jack can't help me because he'll get dizzy."
"I could. blood doesn't gross me out for some weird reason." He said while inspecting her wound.
"What knife cut you this deep?"I asked my girlfriend.
"The one with the gray handle"Lia stated while pointing to the drawer.
I glanced inside to see a knife that looked oddly familiar. I feel like I've seen this before. Maybe to cute fruits and vegetables? But who am I kidding, I never eat that kind of stuff.
I threw the knife in the sink and walked away, not thinking anything of it.
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emergency :: j.g [completed]
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