Novel & Cerita Problem Solved Bloody T-shirt

" It's okay Blue, we are okay . The kids are safe . " " I almost killed someone today and I don't know if. I'm going to lose control like that again ." " I think it's someone who knows everyone . I've had a lot to deal with and I don't like playing with guns ." " I know . " I slid off his jacket and looked at his shirt . His dress shirt was soaked in blood towards his shoulder . I unbuttoned his shirt as fast as I could and it looked like a stab wound . " " It's nothing I can't handle "

I looked around and saw the cars parked there; I approached the one closest to me, a huge red beast. "What's the competition doing here?" a guy asked approaching me. "Excuse me?" I asked. The man, who was about fifty or sixty years old, approached me with a big smile. "Your shirt is from the other team," he pointed out. I smiled with a little embarrassment. "The blond guy spilled water on my shirt and brought me here to fix the mess he made," I explained. He frowned. The blond guy appeared with a red shirt and handed it to me. "The red one matches your eyes," he said.

He asked staring at me curiously. “Yeah.” I nodded tacking the strands of hair that had escaped my ponytail behind my ear nervously. “Is that blood on your jersey?” His eyes were fixated on the sleeve of my turquoise blue jersey that had been stained with blood from when I was bleeding earlier. “No, it’s paint.” I shook my head trying to hide it but I was too late, he grabbed my arm and gave me a pointed look. “Is that the best you could come up with.” He scoffed and I pulled my arm out of his hold.

Going back into my room, Brittany just shook her head. “There isn’t blood on my shirt, is there?” “No.” Brittany pushed my arm up so she could see. “I’m sorry. He can be an ass.” “Oh, I’m not worried. I can handle this. Pissing off alphas is a specialty of mine. Besides, this isn’t anything compared to a bullet.” “It already stopped bleeding.” “It’s that beta blood for you.” Brittany smiled as she put a wrap around it. “This should hold it until it scabs over so it doesn’t get on your shirt.”

“So, why did you murder them? And why did you say it solved my murder problems?” “I didn't murder anyone. Some of the blood on me is mine. I got into a fight.” At that moment, my eyes caught the cut on his shoulder, and lower abdomen. Blood was slightly dripping from them. He winced as his shoulders twitched. “You need to get it treated,” “I know.” He replied, “I already applied some first aid.” I nodded. “How did the fight solve my problems?” “It’s complicated, but all charges will be dropped tomorrow. You can now focus on what's more important.”

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

I’d have to cover this nasty wound up somehow! Oh god! What if it scars?! This is the end of the world! “It will be fine, Mia. He won’t see that cut. You can hide it with long sleeves.” Mia told me. As if it is that simple! “But my T-shirt is ruined!” I cried looking at the cut on the T-shirt. Seeing that cut on my T-shirt was probably hurting me more than the wound underneath it. My poor baby! “Take this one.” Thea offered me another black T-shirt. “Wear it above yours.” She told me.

I picked up two bags, carried them into the vault, and then returned for two more. “Seriously, what’s with your shirt?” he asked. “Trying to encourage all of us to hit the gym?” “Just you.” I placed two more bags inside then returned. “I got blood on my shirt.” “And that bothers you?” I pulled my shirt off my shoulder and held it out to him. “It was white before.” He examined the red blood that had turned the entire shirt the bold color. “How did you manage that? And why are you keeping it?” “Good point.” I tossed it on the ground and kept working. “Some prick crossed me. I took care of it.”

I couldn’t be bothered about anything. Ms. Bothered—no, it was Heather—was shrieking in pain in front of me, her palm closed on her nose to keep it in place. Her friends, the hateful girls from yesterday, scurried around in search of something to keep the blood from dropping onto the floor. After recovering from her shock, the girl, Heather, sneered at me. "You think you can just waltz in here and steal the attention of everyone, including Ace?" Her voice dripped with venom.

"I wanted to see how the other side lived." "As great as this conversation is." I huffed as a wave of pain rushed through me. "Could we maybe focus on the problem at hand." "Shit!" TJ hissed, looking apologetic. "Right, what the hell happened to you anyway?" "I decided to get into a fight with the whip." I snapped as TJ began to pull at my tattered shirt. "CAREFUL!" "Sorry," TJ said, quickly letting go of the fabric. What was left of my shirt was already sticking to my wounds where blood had dried up, causing it to almost become a second skin. The removal process was definitely going to be painful.