"So can we just pretend that we're not falling into the deep end?"
15 year old Marlowe Alvarez is your stereotypical troubled teen living with her aunt and uncle after her mother died in childbirth and her father abandoned her, not wanting anything...
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Théo led me to the bathroom, which was really nice for a warehouse might I add, and grabbed a first aid kit out of the cupboard.
"You might want to hop up on the counter." Théo told me, gesturing behind me to the sink.
I followed his suggestion and jumped up. I adjusted myself on the counter. Théo set the kit down beside me and opened it up. He pulled out some gauze and held it up to my head to stop the bleeding.
He looked so... focused.
His eyes looked down to meet mine for a split second before they went back up to my head wound.
You could cut the tension with a knife.
Does anyone have a knife?
Oh wait. Haha. I do.
"Head wounds tend to bleed a lot more than regular wounds. That's why there is so much blood." He explained to me.
"How do you and your siblings know so much about cleaning wounds. Like I get it if Seraphine would know, but you and Alexandre, it's just unexpected."
He let out a deep breath and grabbed another gauze pad with his other hand. He took the gauze on my head off and quickly replaced it with the new gauze.
"It's a long story and one that should not be told in a bathroom." He said.
I nodded, understanding that he didn't want to talk about it.
The room was silent for a couple more minutes until my head stopped bleading. Théo pulled away the gauze and grabbed a bottle of saline solution and a cloth. He poured some of the solution on the cloth and lifted his hand up to gently dab my cut. He accidentally dabbed it a little too hard and I winced.
Théo stopped immediately and looked down at me. "Sorry." He started to go back to what he was doing but then stopped and looked down at me again. "I never asked you, but why did you take your seatbelt off?"
"When you pulled out of the parking lot, I switched sides so I was behind Xavier. I guess I just wanted to see how fast we were going on the speedometer."
He nodded and went back to dabbing my forehead. "Why didn't you put your seatbelt on when you were behind Xavier? Did you want to die, Angeli?"
Well that was blunt.
I opened my mouth to talk, but closed it again, not sure what to say.
How do I explain that I have never cared whether I lived or died?
When Théo noticed my silence, he stopped cleaning my gash again. He angled his face downwards towards mine and looked me directly in the eyes. "Angeli. Did you want to die?"
Finally, I croaked out an answer. "No." I mentally cursed myself when my words came out sounding like I was unsure whether not I had the intention to die.
