Aftershocks
@forgedunderfire
He felt the smooth scar running down his forehead through his eyebrow as he pressed his face into his hands, exhaling a heavy sigh before dropping his arms to the countertop. The drip of the coffeemaker kept Jamie’s interest for the most part, sitting with an idle gaze as he stared in silence. His knuckles were still scarred over and light red from where they’d been burned- the rest of the attacks damage hid below clothing or maybe more so bottled up inside himself. He breathed a warm breath over the rough skin of his hands pressed against his lips- a fresh shadow of purple and black surrounding one eye.
He wondered what John would say to him when he finally came home- would he still be considered part of the family? Would Beth still want him dead? His cup of coffee had long gone cold as he mulled over the uncertainty surrounding his fate to this family. He bristled- almost out of instinct when he heard someone join him in the kitchen. “Are you taking me to the train station or what?” He turned to face her; biting back the urge to jump at her appearance in general.
