Chapter 13 Whose blood is this

• I hate thieves Lisa, I hate thieves" Alfred muttered in a scary tone which sent a cold shiver down Lisa's spine and she quickly looked away from him when he stood up from the couch.
• This?, Wait a minute did he mean to say she stole his wristwatch?, She thought as Alfred dragged her hair and hit her so hard across her face Making her bleed from her nose.
• Tears welled up in her eyes and out of the pain she spoke out "I didn't steal anything" she cried out as she stared at Alfred with hatred in her eyes.