C38 Who cares?

Jason Davenport

As I banged the door behind me, I rested my back against it. My palms were very sweaty and I was breathing hard.

Shit.

What did I just do?

There was a shitload of blood on the sheets.

I swallowed.

What if something had happened to her? What if I'd killed her?

I'd be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out. . .

Guilt poked me hard in my chest