HUDSON
I walk through my door.
I pull out the letter from my pocket.
I throw it on my bed; I go straight in the shower to wash all the dry blood off. It is starting to go hard on my skin.
After an hour of washing myself, the towel dries me off and I slip my sweat pants on heading to the bedroom only to be greeted by Amy.
She is sitting on my bed with the letter in her hand, she looks up at me but before I can say anything, she slaps my face. Hard.
I look at her, she glares back at me “You’re an asshole” she says through gritted teeth.
I don’t say a word.
“Why me?” she says “what did I do to help you see that humans are not weak?”
She stares at me.
I’m rooted to the spot.
I sigh and make my way over to the chair by the window and sit.
I glance up at her “You taught me not all hu
