Why is he covered in Blood?

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When we pulled up to my apartment complex I had completely forgotten about Luke. He was sitting on the bottom of the stairs of the building rocking back and forth. I jumped out the truck with my stuff and raced up to him.

"Shit man I'm sorry I totally forgot but here come on I got the money for you ok." I told him. He nodded his head and stood. He had his dark hoodie over his head and he kept jumping up and down trying to stay warm. I couldn't help but feel bad that his parents kicked him out. I heard autumns truck door close and I tensed up. I didn't want her to see the way I live. I don't know why but I just can't handle her thinking that I'm a bottomless scum.

"Autumn I think you need to go home." I said to her as she came up to the door to get into the building. She glanced up at me and nodded her head. She handed me my jacket and walked back to her truck. I watched as she pulled off and I turned towards the door. I unlocked it and I pulled it open.

"Come on you can wait in here while I go get the money." I said walking up the stairs.  He stood at the bottom with his sunglasses still on. I walked into my apartment and shut the door quietly before walking down the mini hallway before appearing into the living room. Harry was passed out drunk on the couch. I walked into my bedroom which had my bed. It was black and blue zigzags on the blanket and Black and blue covered pillows. My walls were bare except for a couple of holes that Harry punched. I quickly opened my closet door and removed the false wall to the left of all my clothes which weren't much.

I pulled out my little tin box and I took the key off of the bottom of the shelf in above my head. I unlocked the box and pulled out all my money. There was at least 3,000 in here the rest of my money I put in a trust fund my mom set up for me when she found out that her cancer was back. That was at least 8 years ago I don't know how much is in there now. I pulled out all the money in there and I placed the fake wall back into place and put the key back on the bottom of the shelf.

I walked out of my room only to be greeted with Harry stumbling towards the refrigerator. My stomach twisted as I tried to get out of his sight but it didn't work. He turned his head and looked straight at me. His eyes were glazed over but he stumbled over to me and I hid the money in my back pocket. He grabbed the front of my shirt rammed me against the wall. I covered my face because people like to ask questions when you have bruises on your face.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!GET OUT I DON'T WANT YOU HERE!" He screamed at me. I tensed trying to ignore the pain filling my heart.

"YOU ARE A WORTHLESS BASTARD!YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!" He screamed in my face. I tried to ignore the words of truth coming from his mouth. I am worthless and I don't deserve to live. He raised his fist but before he could hit a scream erupted behind him. I peeked out from behind my arms and saw Autumn and Luke standing at the beginning of the living room. I put my arms down and I stepped towards her. Autumn face looked like someone just killed her dog.

"Autumn it's ok just go back downstairs." I said gripping her shoulders and trying to spin her back towards the door. Harry grabbed the back of my shirt and threw me against the wall. I hit my head on the corner of the mantelpiece that used to have all of my baby and toddler pictures on them. That was before Harry threw all of our pictures at the wall and smashed them. I slid down the wall clutching my head in my hands.

I heard Harry scream at them to get out. I heard Autumn whimper and I heard Luke quietly tell her to go wait downstairs. Harry stumbled over to me and kicked me in the face. I rolled into ball wheezing from the impact of it. He kicked me over and over and over again in the stomach until I couldn't even tell pain from reality. I heard struggling footsteps and things smash and clash. I coughed and blood dripped out of my mouth. I could taste the copper liquid and spit it out on the carpet. I tried to get up but stumbled back on the ground and I coughed up more blood. Now the blood was just dripping and dripping again.

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