please forgive me for this late update. and i know it's short but i really don't have time to write. please don't hate me <3 Have a nice day and i'll try to update as soon as i can :*

It was really late so he took me to the practice room. He put me down on sofa and went to get first aid kit. My body hurt like crazy. I wasn’t drunk anymore I went sober from kicks that I received. I think he wants to sanitize my body, I had some blood stains on my sweater. But… that means I have to take my sweater off. Thanks god I was wearing sports bra. And my chest was completely covered by it. When he returned, he was looking all grumpy and sad. He said while looking at me:

-Take your sweater off!-boy that sounded weird and wrong

-What?-I said imitating shocking face

-I mean… Oh you know what I mean! Just take it off!-ke ke

-okay okay-I did as he said. Bruises were in a lot better condition that I imagined but still it hurts like hell, and plus l.joe with his sanitation. Suddenly he pushed the bruise too much and I yelped in pain:

-Yaaa, be careful!

-And you’re telling me this? Why were you outside at this time?- wow he sounded angry. ‘’why? You want to know? It’s because you, you jerkjoe!!!!’’ I wanted to say this out loud but I couldn’t. and he cut me off and continued:-and more important why were you alone? Where was that guy?

-what guy?-oh and I remember james, and I r