Kate's POV

He's sitting on my couch while holding his feet with the never-ending flowing of blood.

Psh.

He has a lot of bruises and scratches. His left eye also had damage. And now, his hand is trembling.

I came near him, rolling my eyes, and held both of his hands. I used betadine and alcohol to and it on his wound; that's what we practiced doing since I was a child. It'll help to heal faster, while his tears are starting to come out.

Sighed.

"So what you said to me before is all a lie?" I said.

"I'm not lying, I'll really get her money soon and make...