“Some guys are truly good, they are rare-but they are out there...but as the saying goes, they are usually taken, gay, or dead...and I was afraid what was to become of Alex-fearful he would fall into one of these categories…”
Upon crossing the threshold to the home they called their own for the last few weeks had resulted in Bea jumping up from the couch in complete horror. Both her son and his girl friend had entered the home, stained with blood, while Lavender held a few more scratches-including that of a knife wound upon her cheek. Immediately, the woman, who was luckily a nurse, had sprung into action-working on both of her patients at once. She disinfected their wounds while doing tests to scan them for any internal injuries. Luckily, it appeared as though all of the wounds had been
