Agitare Intus (4:46 PM)

alaizalmelmichellson:

Lai shuffled up the stairs, bloodied boots in hand as she gingerly fished for her keys. She could feel the dried blood caked on her arm, back, and the side of her face as she made her way to the door. She stood there for a second, her mind still a hazey blur of what happened. She just wanted to hand out fliers, get it done, and come home, not have to see someone get shot, and have their blood on her as she walked home, looking at her boots, the blood seeping into them. She had half a mind to burn all of the things that touched the blood, and just forgot this ever happened. Lai should’ve been used to it, this kind of death, but she never was apart of it.

Lai had tried to reason with the abuser, tired to get him out, but he died, right next to her as the blonde man ran off. Nikki wasin the hospital, and she had to make a mental note to go see her, and see if she needed anything from Lai. Gnawing on her lip, Lai finally pulled out her key and let herself into the apartment. She tried not to get the boots on the door, the blood as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. She could hear the t.v and her stomach dropped. Justin’s voice was speaking of what happened, and her body shook violently, wanting to hurl. 

He’d been pacing since he’d woken up, which granted was only twenty minutes prior. But his heart was in his stomach. He had to find the stupid piece of crap phone. Initially he just intended to call Kitty and apologize about sleeping through his visit today, but then he’d caught a bit of the news. Sitting down on the couch in shock as he saw the cop talk about the shooting earlier in the day. There was no way shit like this happened often in a place like this. Alaizabel. He had no clue where his wife was. That was normal, but now? He had to know where she was, if she was okay.

The door clicked shut and Lyle raced into the front room, the was blood dried and brown caked onto her but his first reaction was to sweep her clear up off the floor. Near tears, unsure of what to do with the gratitude he felt. Logic said that if she’d been shot she wouldn’t have walked home, it wasn’t her blood. The sound of Alaizabel’s boots hitting the carpet with a loud thunk reminded him of how pissed Evan would be about blood getting on her pristine hard wood flooring. But Lyle didn’t care he just hugged Alaizabel tighter, needing the physical reminder that she was okay.