Inside the shower, the water ran over Alex's head and body all the way to the floor. The blood that had dried up on his body was being washed away, creating a red stream flowing down. His head was bent as he slammed his hands against the marble wall, cracking some of the expensive tiles.
He was quiet but his body was still burning; burning for revenge, for more blood. He couldn't shake off that image from his head; that sight of Abigail, lying there on the ground, seemingly lifeless.
He slowly pulled his hands off the wall before he looked at them. They were still trembling.
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When Alex opened the bathroom door, Zeke immediately gave him the clothes before he walked away. Alex closed the bathroom door again and after a while, Alex stepped out, now wearing a clean white shirt and a pair of loose trousers.
