Zoey Prescott and The Ghostface

Chapter 12

I slowly moved away from Billy, his eyes on me he whole time.
"What are you doing out of jail?" I asked.
"They got my phone records back, I didn't make those calls, and I'm no the one who tried to kill you." Billy said truthfully.
"I'm sorry. I guess I just had to blame someone for trying to kill me, and you were there," I said apologetically.
"I forgive you," Billy said quickly, "I would have probably thought you had tried to kill me if you had climbed through my window."
I gave Billy a small smile, thinking to myself, why would he really want to kill me. Billy got to his feet, and extended his hand to me. I took his hand, which was warm touching my cold hand, and got to my feet.
"What happened to your arm!" Billy asked, with concern written all over his face.
"Oh," I said, looking down at my sleeve which I hadn't noticed had completely covered in my blood, "I um... cut myself in the bathroom by accident." I said as I started to move past Billy.
"Why don't I take you to a doctor, or to your house!" Billy said urgently.
"No! I'm going to walk home, I have somethings to think about," I said.
"Well do you want me to walk you home?" Billy asked.
I looked into Billy's eyes, and I seemed like he really cared about me.
"Sure," I said. Billy jogged up to where I had started to walk. As soon as I had taken about thirty more feet, I felt miserable. I realized as I was walking just how much blood I had really lost. I started to slow down and breath heavier.
"Are you alright?" Billy asked me as he stayed by my side.
"I just feel a little weak," I said.
As soon as Billy heard this he grabbed me and started to carry me in his arms.
"What are you doing!" I asked, afraid I would fall.
"Taking you home," Billy said simply.