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And it starts somewhere around midnight, the pounding of music coming from the room under me. I rolled over in bed, throwing my arms over my eyes, realizing that Flip, wasn't within reach. I groaned, realizing that he must have not made it to bed. Pushing myself up off of the bed, I pull on a button up shirt of his, and then head downstairs. When I hit the bottom step, I knew something was off. There were clothes on the floor and empty beer bottles tilted to their sides, on the coffee table. This wasn't going to be pretty, whatever it was that I was about I walk into. Talking a deep breath, I walked into the room that Flip has claimed for himself. I had to cover my nose. "What the fuck was that smell?" I had to swallow hard to keep from gagging. It smelled like someone had died in here. I took a step inside the room and looked around, the music blaring as I looked around for Flip. Making my way over to the stereo, I slap the power button, turning it off. I looked around, hoping my cutting the music off, would pull Flip from wherever he was hiding down here. I sighed, my head hurting from lack of sleep and pounding club music. Suddenly, I heard a noise, something that sounded like a muffled moan. I gasped low. Oh, if this is what I think it is. I growl low, reaching for a Louisville Slugger leaning against the wall, my hand gripping the handle tight as I turned the corner in the room. My jaw dropped at the sight before me, my eyes clouding with tears I refused to allow the right to fall. Swallowing hard I force words up out of my vocal cords. "Flip. What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He stopped, mid thrust, the hooker below him, batting her eyes up at me "Wanna join?" She asked. I stared, palming the bat, this bitch had to be crazy. Flip on the other hand, was scrambling for words and clothing "Blue, baby, it ain't what you think." I blinked. So now I was ignorant too? How what a thing to wake up to. Without speaking, I walked over to the bleach blonde bitch, cracking her upside the head with the bat, blood splattering everywhere. One hit, dead. Fuck! I hadn't meant to kill her, just...shit. I dropped the bat, looking at Flip, panicked. What was I going to do. Without thinking, he jumped into action. Wrapping the body in a sheet, he stopped, seeing me freaked, he kissed my forehead "It's gonna be ok, Blue I promise." I pushed him off of me, "You make me sick Flounder, you caused this shit!" Shaking my head I went for the bleach. He fucked some bitch and now there was blood on my hands...Waking with a jolt, I feel Flip wrapped around me, the clock blinking 12:00am at me.