When the man had ran away, Link gently touched the damage the bullet had done to his face. And when he saw blood on his fingers he covered the wound and quickly stormed out of the room. Rhett didn't follow him since he knew Link needed some time alone, all he did was hoping that Link was okay. He never saw the gunscratch. Link slammed the bathroom door behind him and walked up to the mirror, staring at himself. With a damp cotton ball he cleaned the blood of his cheek. The string coming from it was almost unbearable, but he still applied alcohol to it to clean the gunpowder out of it. Before exiting the bathroom he wrapped it up with bandages. Hopefully it would heal quite quickly, and it did. Although it left a scar on Links left cheek.
" You okay? " Rhett asked when Link came out.
Link muttered as an answer and went back to the living room. Rhett sat down in the armchair facing him, he looked at Link, who looked back with anger in his eyes.
" We're staying. " Link muttered.
" I never said anything about that. "
" You were thinking it. You're scared."
" Scared? Me? "
" Yeah, you. " .
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One Wrong Move
FanfictionThe young Rhett McLaughlin is slowly making his way home after a long night at work. He hates working as a dishwasher. He always has to work late. But one night he tries to take a short cut through one of the city's dark alleys. A creepy, cold feeli...
