Raze Hell

Chapter 5- Mostly Her

Her tits where out. These big fucking globes of beautiful sex all wrapped up pretty in lace and everything. And I couldn't keep my attention away from the bloody wounds that covered her body. I held up a finger, signalling two minutes before I bolted down the halls of the house like I had fucking clue where everything was. I found the vp's office and knocked on the closed door. The moans that flittered under the door to my ears indicated what kind of official activities where occurring but I didn't care when Camilla was bleeding out on the landing. I continued knocking, increasing force before I heard a frustrated what and a thump as a man yanked open the door. As naked as the day he was born, Ash chuckled, throwing the door wide so I could see the three beautiful women heavily making out on the office lounge

"Welcome home Raze" and he pulled me in.

Camilla's pov

What the fuck was happening. I had thrown my shirt off for the theatrics, assuming that would have stirred him into a rushed help but I haddnt considered he would have been just as lost as I was in this house as I was. I gave up waiting after 2 minutes or so had passed. I was an impatient women.

I followed my gut, following hall ways till I found the kitchen and I mentally cheered. i scavenged the cupboards finding a dinged up first aid kit and emptying it on the kitchen bench. I grabbed the tea towels with surprisingly dainty designs for a house run for men. After finding a bottle of vodka, I took a swig for good luck before pouring some on the towel and slamming it onto the cuts on my stomach. I muffled my scream with my fist, tears pouring down my face as I repeated the steps till my entire stomach burnt and I knew my makeup was ruined.

"I can't believe you ruined the good tea towel." A young man with a bald head and a leather jacket signed out, drawing my attention away from the pain and to the intruder.

I grittened my teeth, sucked in a breath of ait " I don't really care" I pulled the towel away from my stomach and threw it at him, hitting him in the chest. "heres your fucking towel" . my wet hands fumbled around the first aid supplies but I couldn't find what I needed. I felt the man make way to my side of the bench. His eyes rested on my stomach, the weeping holes down the sides of my waist stinging in the cool room air.

"here," he handed me the towel back and I pushed it back onto the worst of the wounds.

"do you have a sewing kit by any chance," I asked, leaning across the bench to the vodka bottle before taking another swig. He left the and I thought I was going to be left alone again. He returned in a matter of moments, a little sewing kit in hand. He placed it on the bench, opening it up and pulling out a needle and some black thread. I threaded it with shakey hands before threading it through my waist. Stitching up the holes swiftly before pouring the vodka on the wounds.

"shit, you've done this before then" the man said grabbing the bandages and wrapping them around my waist.

"unfortunately, any medical issues where you gotta heal superficial injuries im your girl."

"I wouldn't say that's superficial" disbelief written on his face. I laughed turning away trying to eye off my shirt before turning towards him with a hand outstretched. He looked at my hand then at me, confused.

"your shirt," he fumbled to slip of his leather jacket before pulling the black tshirt off over his head. He was all muscle for a scrawny tall kid. I was glad to be clothed though, even if my little stint in the foyer showed that I wasn't. I had had to much time on display as a toy for a man who liked to break everything he owned. I was so grateful to be able to get out of that house, even if all my plans had been ruined by the brass nature of Neo. I looked back at the shirtless man, now with only the leather jacket on, his bald lined with dark stubble that spiked the air. I didn't know who this was, obviously a brother by the cut but who I didn't know