Help Yourself 〰 J. Lennon ✔️

8

John opened the door of his studio and quietly went over to Kayla. He shook her lightly, to which she awoke with a groggy groan.

"Where am I?" she asked, still feeling numb.

"Yer in the Dakota building." John said, "You were knocked out and were found in the warehouse."

He studied her bloody hands.
"How come there's blood on ye 'ands?"

Kayla sighed, then began to tear up. Sniffling, she wiped away the falling teardrop on her face.

"My boyfriend tried to kill me." she cried. "He said that if I didn't go and get help that we would never get married."

John looked down in sympathy.
"He obviously doesn't love ye then."

Kayla shook her head in denial. "He does. It's just me."

The older man furrowed his eyebrows, perplexed.

"Why do you say that?"

Kayla looked up. Her blue eyes meeting his brown ones.

"It's hard to stop."