The teenager growled quietly and shyed away from the touch of his father, as he pressed himself against the wall of the motel bathroom. His eyes flashed gold for a moment, until he looked up at him then back down in shame, he stayed curled up near the toilet. "That wasn't...just liquor."He shook his head slightly, his voice was low and his brows furrowed as he tried to remember all that happened last night. His hand travelled up to his neck and pulled away as his eyes went wide when he saw the blood and began feeling the tingle on his neck through the numbness.
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