Cupcake
Boys, eat your heart out
Derek stood in the middle of the room and looked out the window. The rain seemed calmer than it had earlier, but still it was colder at night. He was surprised that it had not started snowing yet. He looked down at the bag in his hands. He made a devil's deal, and it was coming back to bite him in the ass. He took off towards the staircase and got to the bottom level. He came through the front door, cutting his forearm on a piece of lingering glass that was sticking oddly out of the doorway. He didn't notice it earlier when he came up the stairs. He looked at the small trail of blood going down his arm
"Shit!" he hissed under his breath. It was just a long scratch. Nothing too deep.
He walked further until he reached outside. It was dark, but the streetlight seemed to hit him in the eyes. He held his hand up over his eyes, to cover the blinding light from his vision.
"Shit!" he hissed under his breath. It was just a long scratch. Nothing too deep.
He walked further until he reached outside. It was dark, but the streetlight seemed to hit him in the eyes. He held his hand up over his eyes, to cover the blinding light from his vision.