47 Hands filled with blood.

"Leave," 

Avery released her hand from his grasp and turned to leave, her bare foot touching the tiled floor as she walked.

She feels bad about herself, and it seems she shouldn't have done what she did before.

Now, she is embarrassed with herself. She bit her lower lip as she walked, and to make things worse, Sebastian followed her behind and said,

"You don't have to sleep on the couch today, Avery. Let's use the bed." Sebastian said, pushing the door open to let Avery in. 

Avery walked in silently and looked at Sebastian with a sideways glance.

"He isn't affected by the slap?" Avery asked herself as she silently stayed behind the wardrobe.

Avery somehow thought maybe she was the one taking things far, and Sebastian wasn't thinking about it.

She has been thinking about how to explain to him and ask him why he did that to her, but Avery herself was embarrassed, she moaned.