When people complain about seeing stars, I never believed. Not until I saw mine. There was this low but yet pitch noise coming directly from my brain. It was as if a siren was blown inside my head.
Damn! That hurts like shit.
Quickly staggering around to maintain my balance, I held my forehead. Great! I wasn't bleeding even when it seems as if I would bleed to death.
Looking at my palm while I frequently touch my head, I wanted to make sure I was not bleeding even though I could taste blood.
Whose blood is this if I am not bleeding? Oh, yea! I broke my lips. Perfect.
Looking up to see a mean and scared Rex, I licked the blood off my lips. The blood taste different, totally different and I had to spit on my palm on the blood and smell it.
"You don't fvcking have to bite your mate!" Rex yelled, "You don't fvcking have to!".
Was that so? So he would hurt me, hit me, make me bleed and I won't just bite him for once!
