Bobby got the text message and replied back with one letter. ~k~ Then when Ben told him to come in and lock up he did. Locking the door quickly. Then hurried up the steps and into the indicated room. Curling up on the bed and cried himself to sleep. As he moved in his sleep in the night the wounds down his back reopened. A pool of blood began to form beneath his body. He woke the next afternoon and got up. Staggering to the bathroom in the hallway with an old green tank top and pair of jeans. He took a shower and cried out as the wounds were cleaned by the water and blood ran down the drain. He whimpered but washed himself thoroughly. He got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He dried off and blood smeared across the towel. When he saw that he quickly stuffed it into the hamper. Not noticing a bit of it was hanging out near the corner. He got dressed and limped his way downstairs. He didn't see Ben around so he just quickly left. Making sure to lock the door handle so it was locked when he left. His white blood soaked tank top still in plain view on the bathroom floor. He limped his way towards Tammy's house. His shirt getting more and more stained with blood from the places that had been rubbed open. Each step was reopening more of the injuries. He got to Tammy's house and whined pitifully. Crying but quickly blinked and wiped away the tears. He knocked on the door. When it opened he jumped and cried out in pain then bit his lower lip. He didn't look up to see who it was. Not yet. If it was Tammy he couldn't look at her. He was so ashamed and dirty.