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I waited upstairs patiently as I tried to wash the blood out of clothes in the bathroom sink.

The blood had already stained. I felt like crying, I always fuck everything up. I leaned against the wall as I gave up hope of getting the stain out. I slowly slid down to the floor, my bloody hands covering my face.

I was so exhausted from living this lifestyle; I was tired of the constant violence that came with it.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I shook my head.

Suddenly the door opened.

"Oh I'm- are you ok?" Kaylo noticed my tears. "Oh yeah, I'm fine" I smiled as genuinely as I possibly could, wiping the tears away. "You're crying" he looked confused. "Did Ace do that?" Kaylo almost sounded angry.

"No- he helped me" I muttered as I turned and faced the mirror. "Ace? Ace Hernandez helped you?" Kaylo chuckled. I frowned my eyebrows at him curiously. "You must have him confused with someone" Kaylo smiled, shaking his head at my unbelievable sentence.

"Ace hasn't ever helped anyone" Kaylo smi