Elliott was feeling uneasy about the last couple of days, he hardly left his house at the moment mainly because he didn’t want to face anyone but also he had a lot to think about. He hurt his brother, saw his brother kill someone and then he confessed to Ryan that he made a fuck up and was now on his way to see him.

He wanted to rip out his hair, tear his house into pieces but instead he blitzed about to get things relatively clean as he didn’t want anyone to see how much he didn’t move the whole time. He grabbed out a bag of blood as he was running low on supplies at the moment, he heated it up before pouring it into a coffee cup and continued on his task at hand.