You were laying in bed over at Toms house, but he wasn’t there, he left so he can go buy some THC. He left for more than 4 hours but you fell asleep not even 10 minutes after he left.

You woke up at 4 am to Tom grunting and groaning, you open your eyes and look over at Tom, you see him cleaning his bloody knuckles and his gun in blood. You ignore it, going bakc to sleep.

“They killed Zizzy like a fucking dog”

Tom groans from the pain in the head and knuckles