Pool of bloods
Some minutes later, the police came and started handcuffing the suspects.
"You better remain silent, or else your words will be used against you in court." One of the officers said.
Pushing him out of the mansion, "move!" Another officer instructed.
Looking at his bleeding knuckles, "Ugh, that was a great battle." Justin sighed.
"Dude, who called the police?" Ryan inquired curiously.
"I don't know." Looking at Thomas and Billy who where exhausted and relaxing on the couch. "Tom, Bil, did any of you called the police?"
"Huh? Dude, is it possible to phone the police in the middle of a war?"
"Justin!" Bianca ran towards him.
Rushing towards her, "baby, baby, baby, be careful there are broken glasses everywhere."
Stopping midway, bianca scanned the whole place. Indeed it was covered with broken glasses. But not only glass, there were also pool of blood on the floor. For a second, bianca wonder who's person's blood was that.
It wasn't on one spot, but several places. Lifting her head up, she saw Ryan, Thomas and Billy, tiredly and lazily relaxing on the couch. It was as if they went for a long marathon.
Turning her face sideway, her eyes flicked on Justin's bleeding knuckles. "Honey, you are bleeding. Oh no, how? What happened? Did you fight with those guys?" Bianca panicked.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, "hey hey, relax, okay? Its nothing."
"Nothing? You called–" pointing at his knuckles, "this nothing? Honey you are losing too much blood, and its not safe for your health." Holding his hand, "come let me get it dressed."
Holding her face, "baby, I will get it done, okay? But right now I need to find the person who called the police. Because that person deserves a thank you."