“We need to tell your parents, Bryan, it’s been over six months,” is the last thing Damian said to me this morning after he kissed my lips and now- now I hear him shedding blood and I wince.
Just how? How could he be so caring to me, even sneering when a fly buzzes even near me and then turns around at the same speed and hits someone this way? I feel my stomach curling when I hear another blunt blow followed by a painful moan.
Sick, is how I feel when I make out the sound of another dull, flesh against flesh pounding sound.
Heaving, then another heavily dealt blow. “Oof-” I hear followed by what could be a body dropping onto the floor or maybe a desk…something.
Clutching the headphones, I frowned, leaning forward as if it would help me visualize what I am hearing, better. What sounded
