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Chapter 18

John is laying down on his bed after tellimg him to relax. I made my way to the bathroom, placing down the first aid kit, I looked into the mirror.

My hair was a bit messy because of the gentle breeze and because John felt like a boulder while I was helping him walk up right.

There was blood on my hands, its John's blood on my hands.

I didn't feel anything, its like I was in a trance. I kept staring at the blood and my world started turning black.

I was pulled out of my trance when John called my name, I looked back to see him trying to lay on his side.

I turned the water on and washed the blood off my hands. I watched as it mixed with the clean water and disappears again.

Once I was done, I closed the water and dried my hands off, placing the first aid kit where I found it and I walked to John.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine, why?" I respond.

I sat down, next to John. He slowly sits up and looked at my shoulder, I looked at him confused as to why he is looking at me shoulder.

"What?" I asked but John remained silent.

I hate it when he is quiet, it means he is either thinking or planning something.

"What is that?" John asked.

John takes my shirt off and I immediately blushed. John placed his hand on my shoulder, right above a visible bruise. I mentally slapped myself that I forgot about it and that John saw it.

John gently moved his fingers over the bruise causing me to flinch and I saw his expression softened.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I don't know. I can't remember" I said.

"Y/N what happened?" He said in a cold manner.

"I don't know. I'm not lying, I can't remember" I said.

"Okay. Tell me what you can remember" He said.

"Um. So, last night I was at a business meeting, we ever planning something important then we got beers and shot after that I can't remember" I said.

"Shots? Something must have happened"