What's Going On?

Bishop

I walked down the hallway and towards her room. I didn't knock, I simply stepped into her room like I owned it, of course, I did—in the absence of Mr. Saint though.

Shemika was sitting on the bed with Lexi, who was gently applying cream to her bruised lips.

“Step out,” I said firmly and without hesitation, Lexi immediately hurried out of the room with a gentle bow.

Quietly, she closed the door behind her.

I sighed and stepped closer to Shemika on the bed.

I picked the cotton wool that Lexi was using and I started to help her clean her wound.

Shemika flinched and I immediately stopped, “Are you okay?” I asked softly. “Did they hurt you?”

Shemika shook her head slowly. “No… They didn’t hurt me.”

But I noticed something in her eyes. She looked worried. Her face was tense.

I lowered the cotton wool back on the bed and leaned closer to her. “What is it? You’re not telling me something.” I whispered, my voice was too low and calm.

Shemika hesitated. Then finally, she spoke.

“While t