Things weren’t going well. In fact, things were going very, very bad. He’d spend the last hour hanging over the sink, trying to stop the blood that was flowing freely from his nose. His jaw was hurting with the bruises that had formed and he could hardly open his left eye.
He’d managed to keep the door locked, even through the abusive torment that raged from the other side of it. It was a good thing he never was without his phone, as he was certain his fit of complete panic would have been even worse without being able to contact someone outside of this godforsaken house.
[TEXT] Sorry to bother you, but I’m in trouble. Might possibly have broken my nose.