FOURTEEN YEARS OLD (14)

"What do you mean you have seen worse?" Hope leaned back against the head board and looked at Kace warily. 

"I had seen more blood than that." Kace shrugged nonchalantly, but then he looked at Hope mischievously. "And after you pooped and peed on me, do you think a little blood could compare to that?"

Kace knocked Hope's head softly.

"Go to sleep. Don't think too much about that." Kace took the empty glass and put it on the bed side table as he tucked her in.

Hope lay flat on her stomach and Kace gave a massage to her lower back that made Hope sigh in contentment. 

"Kace?" Hope mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Hm?" Kace hummed in response. 

"Did I trouble you?" Hope asked.

"No." Kace answered lightly.

"Even when I peed on you?" Hope's eyebrows scrunched up. 

"Even after you did what you had done on me." Kace said softly, his voice was like a lullaby for Hope.