"Leon is crazy," Aileen hissed. She knew that this was Leon's handiwork and even though the man didn't do it directly because Aileen was sure he wasn't here right now, because until this moment Leon still hadn't shown his face, but of course he had someone else do this to Hailee.
With hesitation and fear, Aileen brushed Hailee's hair that covered her face and instantly, her hands automatically covered her mouth, to muffle the screams that almost escaped her lips.
Lying on the floor, Hailee's face was bruised with blood dripping from her chapped lips, and, if Aileen looked closely, she would know that some blood had dried on Hailee's hair.
With trembling fingers, Aileen then put her finger in front of Hailee's nose and unconsciously let out a sigh of relief when she finally felt the woman's warm breath.
