click

my stomach dropped when I heard the door lock.

"something wrong, thomas?" kyle asked from behind me, causing me to jump a little.

"nah, I'm fine. let's just get those band-aids taken care of." I turned around, forcing a smile and he smiled back. he walked past me into the small kitchen and began rummaging through a cabinet.

"where are your parents, dude? out of town?" I asked, attempting to make conversation as I kept myself from staring the locked door.

he nodded as he turned around. "here we go. come over here so we can wash the blood off your hands." he said, turning the sink on.

"oh yeah." I mumbled while I walked over, when I looked down at my hand my breathing sharpened.

thats a lot of blood, why is there so much blood?

"here, put your hand under the sink and wash it off while I look around for a towel." kyle said, exiting the kitchen.

my eyes flickered between my bloodied wrist and the door.

why did he lock the door, why did he lock the door?!

"here." my eyes darted up to kyle, who was holding a soft white towel and was walking towards me. I turned the sink off while he handed me the towel, and I began drying myself. when I finished, I set the towel back onto the counter and looked up at him.

"hold your arms out." kyle said holding the bandages up.

I did as he asked, and flashed a smile. "you didn't have to lock the door, you know." i said, staring at my wrist as he bandaged it.

he didn't answer.