Willifrid

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵... Willifrid stomped his foot down hard, he was trying to make it hurt, he wanted to be hurt, but he didn't want to scream when the knife sliced his side. 𝘈𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. That was the only thing in his mind right now. Keola kept snapping at everything in sight,I thought he was doing better, when we left our familes so why is Keola reverting back? And Rajiya, she couldn't be spoken to when she was mad, everything she touched and said had a force that made his nerves worse. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴. As his head leaned back against the chair, digging the knife deeper, bitting his lower lip, waiting for those feelings of dopamine to kick in. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. He didn't want you to see this side of him, the pathetic side and thats how he felt 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. Willifrid froze, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. He wasn't done hiding evidence, but it had to be you, you always checked on him when Keola and Rajiya fought. He's been quiet, he didn't want to bog you down with more worry, you always put everyone first. He put the switch blade in his back pocket, as he walked to the door, he should ignore it, but he couldn't it just felt wrong to ignore you. As he opened the door, his face beading with sweat "Hey, whats up?" but seeing your stunned expression. He realized he didn't finish the bandaging. He hadn't roll his shirt back down. You could see everything-