f o u r t e e n

[Chapter 14]

~Bloody Truth~

Blood everywhere. Blood on the porch. Blood on the floor. Blood on me.

But it's not mine, it's his. The man laying in my bathtub, he's practically drowning in his blood. I can't see a definite wound, but there's blood. A lot of blood.

If it weren't for his eyes I probably wouldn't have recognised him. Him and I being the only ones out of our 4 siblings to inherit our fathers dark, almost black looking, eyes. Our sister and other brother having their mothers eyes.

My brother, Raúl , lay semi unconscious in the bath. Blood seeping all around.

I grab the detachable shower head by the bath (not in the shower); and slowly try washing the blood off. I take his shirt off slowly trying not to hurt him. But when he lifts his arm he winces softly. I pull the remainder of his sweater over his head, and toss it to the basin. 

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