❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound .
ANYONE ELSE SURELY WOULD’VE LEARNED THEIR LESSON BY NOW, RIGHT? everyone else had learned to steer clear of the bowers gang and to take their shit as it comes if they have the misfortune of crossing them. not you though, you fucking dumbass. smart remarks earned you an even heftier ass - whopping and you’re still fucking seeing stars and tasting blood on your tongue. glasses are in pieces and face is already beginning to bruise. you dread going home ‘cause you’re sure if the broken glasses don’t fucking kill your mother first, the fucking sight of you will! thank fuck for @denbroughwilliam. even if the pressure he applies to the gash on your forehead causes you to grimace and hiss out from the stinging sensation that shoots throughout you. “jesus, big bill, give a guy a warning before y’go all in like that.” eyes squint to look at him, both from blurred vision and the summer sun shining directly onto them.













