"It's not my fault," I told him quietly. "Hes a goddamn drunk, and he broke my fucking rib, so yeah, it hurts a little." I was angry by the time I finished. "Oh, and everything I own is in this bag." I gestured towards my duffel. "I was hoping to take you up on your offer."<br/>He nodded.<br/><br/>Sorry, I'm still learning. I'm used to writing on my own. ^_^