“Son, what the fuck is your problem?” Saskia hadn’t meant to stumble upon the girl, but if she was given the chance to argue, she’d take it without question. “Like, what actually went through your brain when you cracked the bottle over Finn’s head? Murder? Or are you one of those girls who sees things in movies and then tries to relay them in real life?” She wasn’t one for physical violence, given her petite stature and lack of interest, but if she could at least get this girl to cry, she’d be satisfied.
Hearing the voice as they approached, Audrey sat up and sighed. The blonde was right, she was in the wrong. “No.” She started while contemplating her thoughts. “He shoved me over pouring a drink on his rug and without thinking I smashed a bottle on his head. It wasn’t right...but I can’t take it back.” She laid back putting her arm over her head regretting her actions. “He isn’t...dead right? From what I saw it only broke the skin, could have been a few stitches...” She whispered moving her hands over her eyes. “I didn’t mean for this to spin out of control this bad...” She felt hopeless like she did with her sister died. Biting her lower lip she felt the tears sting her eyes. “I’m honestly sorry.”
