//flashback to max' life before camp Campbell
His bare feet tapped against the ice cold floor as he made his way into the kitchen, only To be greeted with a strong smell of alcohol. 3 empty bottles of wine, 1 empty beer bottle and 1 empty bottle of whiskey laced counter.
Goosebumps ran along Max's arms. they'd argued again, this wasn't the first, so he didn't particularly care. He felt a strong push in his ribs, a great pain, like someone was stabbing his lungs. He ran to the sink and coughed, causing blood to splatter out of his mouth, and there amongst the disgusting red blood laid a single, elegant rose.
The unrequited love he had for his parents had caused this, and little did he know how it would only get worse.

YOU ARE READING
🌹 blood covered roses 🌹 hanahaki! Maxpres
RandomIt hurt.. it hurt so much, but it was all for him; Preston Goodplay. Hanahaki! Max x Preston