Chapter 6: This Looks Like A Job For...
She banged through her front door, slamming it behind her. She nearly cringed at how it bent and twisted under the pressure of her new strength.
The sound of the door opening must have alerted her mom. "Hey, Hope, welcome back- Oh dear God, what happened?!"
She didn't answer, turning the sink on and throwing her hands under the water. She stared in silence as she watched the red begin to drip off of it and into the sink. Her heart was beating faster after the encounter with the thugs. She assumed it was fear.
She nearly jumped when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. "Hey, are you okay?" Her mother murmured.
She turned the water off, drying her now blood-free hands. "I think I made a mistake." She rubbed at her eyes, which were starting to become a little wet, then at the spot at her neck from where that knife had shattered. It was all still so fresh in her mind. She had run straight home, doing her best to avoid everyone.
"You got into a fight, didn't you?"
"You should see the other guy."
"What!"
"I mean, I ran into a pole? And also punched it?" Her mother only glared at her, placing her hands on her hips. "You're not buying that, are you?"
"No, I'm not. But honestly, you don't look that bad. What happened to your glasses?"
She chanced a look in the mirror and couldn't help but stare in shock. She looked fine. The slap mark on her face was gone, as were all the bruises that had been inflicted on her. All that blood hadn't been hers...