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"Does it hurt?" Eli asked.

"My thumb? No," I said. "My hand," I raised my left hand that had the bandages on. "Fucking kills. They even put stitches on my hand. I didn't realise it was that bad."

"How hard did you punch the wall?" Carter asked.

"Hard enough to split my skin open," I shrugged.

"What about the stitches on your head?" Tom frowned.

"Police brutality," I said simply as Eli drove into school.

"What are you going to tell people if they ask what happened?" Eli asked me when we got out of the car.

"Fell off my motorbike or something," I shrugged and he walked up to me.

"You look like shit," he said.

"Thanks, you're really up for cheering me up today, aren't you?" I snapped.

Eli grabbed my arm and I didn't tense at all. He pushed the sleeve of my jumper up and ran his fingers over the needle marks. "We'll find out what they did," he said lowly and I pulled my arm away, pushing my sleeve down and crossing my arms over my chest.

"You can't act like you know what they did," I said