The whole room was a mess.
The coffee table was knocked over, and shards of a porcelain lamp scattered all over the place.
The bed was ruffled, its white sheets and light coloured mat drenched in fresh red blood.
Nidia dared not to look at the people at the door. All she knew was to hide herself under the blankets. She was frightened of being recorded again.
Her hands were drenched in blood, her face was swollen, and her hair was a mess.
She sat in the corner, her small feet visibly trembling. Before she reached for the blankets, it would seem that her thighs were no longer covered up.
Even with the sheets around her, it was clear she was still very shaken up.
Jefferson stared at Jackson who was standing by the door, a look of utter disbelief on his face. He hadn't expected anyone to kick the door down, let alone the current head of the family.
