Away From Christopher

Sitting at the kitchen island, Alexa stared at the cut on her forearm she had only realized after stepping out of the room and leaving Christopher alone. 

It was a small cut, but she couldn't stop staring at it. She couldn't shake off the terrifying scene that had occurred a few minutes ago, or the ghastly look on Christopher's face. 

There had been different moments like this in the past with others, but none was as terrifying as this. 

Christopher had seemed like a different man. He was consumed with anger, and the sight of him and his reaction had scared her. 

But despite the fear, she was strangely worried for him. She wondered what Gerald had said or done to him. Her instinct was right, the man indeed was trouble. 

Staring at the cut, she sighed. She walked over to the sink and washed it clean. 

She toured her gaze around, and checked around for a first aid box, but it was up there with Christopher.