Page 172 of Lilah
"Lilah..?" he grips onto my arm, "what the fuck is on your sleeves?"
I flit my eyes down to my blood-soaked sleeves. And then I turn to him.
He takes a couple of shocked steps back, his eyes widening and his mouth opening a bit. His eyebrows furrow like he can't believe what he's seeing and then he visibly snaps out of it, surging forward to me.
He places his hand on the side of my face without all the damage and he looks all over. My cheekbone, my mouth, my shirt, my sleeves, my tears.
"Oh my God," he whispers in shock. He moves to touch my cheek and I flinch away.
"It hurts," I mumble hushedly, "please don't touch it."
"Who the fuck did this to you?" his voice changes drastically from concerned to deadly. I stay silent, afraid to open my mouth and suddenly ugly cry.
He wipes away the blood about to drip from my jaw.
"You're touching my blood without knowing if I have diseases," I breathe out. Hepatitis or something, I don't know, I'm not a scientist.
"Who fucking did it Azalea?" he demands and I verbally freeze. After so long of keeping it to myself and not telling a single soul, I find it hard to justsay it.
He pulls away from me I catch his tensed body, clenched jaw, and bawled fists. And I feel bad about not being able to just freakingsay it.
I hold back a gasp when he suddenly grips the edge of his desk and flips the entire thing.
Oh no, the iMac. What about my movies?
He picks up his chair and he throws it clean across the room. I flinch as it hits the wall loudly, breaking into dozens of different pieces.
Watch out, we've got Hulk over here. Except he's gray instead of green, 'cause his name is Grey- stop.
He walks back over to me his chest rising and falling quick. He pulls me away from the door and in front of him. He wipes more blood only for it to return not even a second later.
"You need to tell me that it is who I think it is," he says lowly and I let out a sob. Of course he pretty much already knows.
"I can take care of it Lilah, I promise. You need to tell me. I can't do anything if you don't tell me," he pleads just before the door to his office opens harshly.
Jai steps in looking at all the damage. His eyes find me and they widen in great concern. Then they fall on Grey and Grey's bloodied hand from wiping my face.
"What the fuck did you do?"Jai sneers to Grey and my eyes widen. Oh gosh, it does look bad.
"You think I did this to her?" Grey growls out.
"It doesn't look to be in your goddamn favor Grey," Jai walks toward us.
"That's fresh," he tilts my face to him, pointing at it.
Pointing is rude.
My blood drips onto his hand and I internally cry harder.
He grips Grey's arm and lifts his bloody hand and bloody knuckles from where the excessive blood dripped onto all parts of his hand.
Grey jerks his arm away.
He doesn't like people to touch him.
"He didn't do it," I speak up shaking my head softly.
"Azalea," Jai starts, "you don't have to defend hi-"
