The Revelation (I)

Aubrey's POV

A little groan woke me up at midnight and I opened my eyes. Mr. Knight was rubbing his neck slowly, as his eyes closed in pain. He must have cramps from sitting in that position for long. The room was dimly lit and I reached for my phone beside me. Three-thirty four a.m.

The bedsheets creased when I rose, and he turned. "You are awake." He said and watched me approach him.

I nodded and pretended to yawn. This was a method to check my breath. I wouldn't want a situation whereby I would kill someone's father with morning breath. It was still fresh.

" Yeah."

He returned to typing away on his laptop, " You look tired." I commented and he looked up at me.

" Yeah." He replied.

I noticed a bandage wrapped around his fist and my eyes widened in alarm. "Did you get into a fight?" I inquired.

He looked at me before taking a glance at his hand, "Oh, this. I scraped my hand." He replied.

His excuse didn't sound genuine enough, " Are you sure about that?" I asked.

He shrugged