Novel & Cerita Problem Solved Bloody T-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.

As my eyes roamed lower, I noticed the missing part of my drink… on his shirt. "Oh… shit," I breathed out, meeting the beast's eyes. "I didn't mean to," I murmured, giving him my best pleading gaze. He didn't seem impressed. His jaw was clenching, and his insanely alluring features sharpened. I needed to act fast, but my blurry mind wasn't very helpful. "I… I can wash your shirt," I blurted out. "I know how to get rid of every kind of stain from every kind of fabric."

“That’s a six-hundred-dollar shirt! You have to make sure that stain gets out. I can’t afford someone cleaning that!” Fuck. Six hundred dollars? Even double and triple tabs wouldn’t cover it. “Okay,” I whisper, my voice trembling. I turn around to the table, which now looks similar to a murder scene. I throw the napkins on the table to soak up what I can, almost tripping over one of Madden’s friends in my haste to get to his bloody shirt. The stain is huge—a dark, spreading purple blotch across his crisp shirt. Shit! “That’s not going to work,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Can I clean this somewhere?”

As I leant down to refill it, I noticed the bloodstain from the previous day on my shirt. I grimaced and held it out to examine as I frowned. It was fully dry and I stood no chance of removing the stain but I could at least try to get some of the crusty blood off. So I walked down the stream a little until I was out of sight of the patrol and took my shirt off before I began soaking the patch with the stain it in the water. I tried scrubbing and rinsing and squeezing but whatever I did the vibrant red remained. "Good luck getting that out," Alpha River said with a laugh.

He unfolded the garment. Forever Tuesday was in bold lettering on the front. He held up the shirt and then cradled the top to his chest. Octnavin owed him nothing. Giving up his shirt was the least of what he would have done to save the ruler's life. Sloan looked down at the fabric, and black marks caught his attention. He turned the garment over. All the members of the band signed the shirt with a black sharpie. Sloan sat on the bed, dizzy again. His emotions threatened to take over and drown him. He felt lost and destroyed for some odd reason. Maybe he was just tired. He curled on his side, hugging the shirt, and fell asleep.

"Looks like your little lady wants to send you a message, look at that, on her shirt, man!' he chortled. Belatedly I remembered which old T shirt I had pulled on in my haste. It had been a gift from Tanya , an old, faded one that I wore when I was cleaning out stuff. Like I had been doing this afternoon. ** The one that had the great caption: HORNY AND WET RAIN, DEAR!!! With a cartoon head of a coy-looking deer peeking out.