"Good now be a good boy, listen to Skye and do as Wolf said, because I will not be the thing that stands between her and you again. In fact remember my threat from earlier? Yeah still hanging." She let her eyes flash just to scare him. That’s Marv taken care of but Wolf, oh Wolf.
'The poor thing is confused.'
'Shut up please.'
Lily followed the path Wolf had taken to her room.
'She had a knife. The way she is right now its not safe.'
She knocked on the door.
"You don’t have to let me in, you don’t have to do anything, but I’m going to ask you to listen. Please. You were the first person that I felt that I could share with. Someone who understood even a small bit what I was. I couldn’t see you but I felt your pain and I realized that you had gone through hell and back and understood it. Wolf you are my friend and I love you like a sister. I can not see you destroy yourself like this. It hurts. I know what they did to you and trust me if I could I would watch you do whatever the hell you want, but if the cost is you, then no. I won’t leave you here, but I will not let you destroy the soul you think you don’t have. A soulless creature would not feel the way you do. Being detached is the worst way to be and Wolf you are anything but. You love and that alone proves your soul, so I will not let you destroy it. Please."
Skye smirked. She was in charge. Prodding Carson until the woman got up, Skye eyed the brutal gorillaman as he stood up shakily. Then they all went to the guest bathroom and Skye locked the door. She could hear everything that went on in there, even the whispering.
Wolf was crying silently, tracing the scars from long ago with her fingers and smearing the blood from the newly formed cuts. Blood ended up all over her face as well, and mixed with the tears as she wiped them away. Every once in a while she’d let out a sniffle and a soft moan as she listened to Lily. “Oh god, i’s gettin’ everywhere,” she finally said, and opened the closet door, avoiding eye contact. Little crimson droplets were still running down her arms. Somehow she knew she deserved it. The pain, the scars. All of it. “Sorry Lily,” the woman whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Skye had come to stand in the doorway. She didn’t know what to do. “Lily, we need to get her out of here.”