I grab the suitcase and walk toward the door, so anxious to exit this fucked up and VERY awkward situation.
The suit case is super heavy, I get an immediate pain in my lower abdomen. I hold my stomach in pain.
Probably just my stupid period.
"Wait!" James calls, rising to his feet. Walking over to me. Grimacing in pain.
"Let's just talk about this." He suggests, grabbing my arm lightly, almost as a gesture for me to relax, a nonverbal way of calming me down.
"Just talk about it?" I repeat.
Stunned that he thinks resolving this permanent pain consists of 'just talking about it'
"Fuck you Ms. Daisy." I spit, sharper than a fresh razor.
I take my suitcase and throw it across the room, it bounces onto the table and ricochets onto the floor, breaking open.
Cheap piece of shit.
It knocked his cologne bottle onto the floor. The glistening sparkle of the shattered pieces blinding me, the bright morning sun hitting it in all the right spots, like little diamonds. The expensive liquid spilling all over, the stench attacking my nose like the way his sentence
'Let's just talk about it'
attacked my patience for this whole situation.
"You broke my aftershave!" He squalls, his face opening into a shocked facial gesture at every angle.
A whirl wind of anger flushes over me.
"Yours?" The wrath brewing not too deep inside of me.
"Yours?!" I repeat, this time fury bursting out of me.
His face suddenly stifens up and he cross his arms over his chest, tugging the blanket around his body more securely.
"I bought that shit!" I exclaim.
"Me!" I forcefully jab a finger into my chest.
"No you! Me!" I scream at him.
"Get out of my face!" He screams back getting in mine.
"What are you gonna do?!" I bark, like venom slipping past my teeth and out my mouth.
"You don't wanna know." He says in a low tone.
"Is that a threat?" I say with cold anger.
His mouth form into a into a little smirk, "No matter what I do you're always going to come crawling back. Whatever I do you forgive. You're weak. So go ahead and pick up MY aftershave and make me some breakfast love. Just egg whites though. At least for you, looking a little heavy, may want to fix that." He winks, I stand here stunned.
What am I suppose to say to that?
"Excuse you?!" Charlie boasts placing a strong hand on James' shoulder, whipping him around so fast I'm surprised I can keep up.
"I'm sick of your shit! It's fucking bollocks!" He screams, fuming.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever." James' shrugs with a scoff, not taking him seriously.
Everyone stands silent, not sure what do to.
James walks to the kitchen table, picking up a class of water and taking a short sip.
Charlie looks at me and then lunges for James, I grab onto Charlie's arm as firm and quickly as I could (shut up not funny) but he shakes it off like it was nothing.
Charlie's giant hand connects to the back of James' head and with the blink of an eye, Charlie takes all of his force and slams James' head into the hard marble table top.
He picks James' head up again. Reveling a puddle of blood left from James' face on the table. Throwing it down onto the solid surface once again, yelling muffled things to him.
The boys flooding Charlie trying to pry his grip off of James. As they try and restrain him, Charlie is trying his hardest to keep slamming his face into the table, again and again, James' struggling to get away from him.
Reece comes over to me, wrapping his arms around me, he blocks my view, and I cry, a lot.
"I fucking hate you! You're a no good piece of shit!" Charlie screams as the boys bind him up.
James touches his face, wincing at the extrema pain I am sure he is feeling right about now. He looks at his hand, covered in blood, he cups his face.
And then his nose "You broke my nose!" He exclaims, he starts to cry, the pain pretty intense I'm guessing.
Charlie gets out of their grasp for a split second, punching James in the jaw, knocking him clear on his butt.
"We have an interview at 4 lads! What is wrong with you?!" Chris hollers, so loud. Gaining everyone's attention. I never knew Chris could be that loud.
"He's the reason she starves herself!" Charlie screams, lunging for James again.
Everyone's head turns to me.
Kill me now.
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Teen FictionNoni Rivers. James Graham. American. European. Dancer. Singer. Stereo Kicks got eliminated from the X-Factor about 3 weeks ago, the rest of the boys have been working on getting into a record deal with the one and only Simon Cowell. James on the o...