Collin pulled me closer to him but I would scoot away as soon as he did. “I’m sorry” He whispered in my ear. I pushed him away and looked out the window. He took his hand and wrapped his fingers in mine. His knuckles were bloody and swollen. We made it to the house without fighting. I stalked off to Collin’s bedroom and slammed the door behind me. “Sin?’ he knocked on the door, waiting for a response. “It’s your room. You don’t have to knock.” I yelled, wiping the tears from my cheeks. He came in as I pulled off my dress, ruined by the splatters of blood. I turned my back to him as I unsnapped my bra and slid it down my arms. I grabbed a tank top from the dresser and pulled it on. When I turned around to get into bed, Collin was staring at me. I glared at him and left the room, unable to look him in the eye. I made my way down the hall to the spare bedroom where Taylor and I kept our belongings. It was empty and I was grateful they decided to stay up and watch movies.
