Harley Delaney

Bruised

Opie walked out of the room Tara patched him up in, with his nose and lip fixed up. He tried to make eye contact, maybe even say something but I just pushed past him.

Happy walked past me as well, and patted my shoulder as he did.

Juice was still sitting on the table. He had a black eye, and a scratch underneath his eye from Opie's ring.

Tara hugged me tightly.

"Can we talk later?" She asked. I nodded and smiled. "Yeah, just stop by my house."

She nodded as a response before leaving the room.

"Hey Half Sack? Go get some water, and a mop please." I asked, when I noticed the blood had dried.

He obliged and left the room as well.

I cupped Juice's face, and he smiled softly as I rubbed his bruises.

"Does it hurt..?" I asked, feeling horrible. I knew it was all my fault.

He shrugged. "It doesn't feel great. But I've had worse."

"I'm sorry Juice. This is my fault. You shouldn't have to be involved."

"It's not your fault. It's Ope's." He replied, then his attention was drawn to something else.

He gently grabbed my arm, and rubbed the skin Opie had grabbed earlier.

There were some faint bruises, because of how hard his grip was. "D-did he do this?" He asked. I sighed.

"Yeah. But not on purpose. Adrenaline, Juicy. That's what happens when you try to break up a fight. Opie'd never hurt me." I explained.

He let out a sigh before letting go of my arm.

"It's still not right." He shook his head. I chuckled, as my hand traveled from his face to his shoulder.

"Yeah. None of this is."

Finally Half Sack got back with the mop.

"Am I interrupting something?" He chuckled. I dropped my hand at my side.

"Nope."

Half Sack rolled his eyes. "Isn't this how fights get started?"

"Shut up Half Sack. Get to cleaning. Alright?" I chuckled.