Haywire Disguise

6th

"Alex, mind explaining where the fuck are we" I ask with a hint of irritation as I glance around with a pair of decorated wrapped Borage in my hand. I slowly move forward with heed while Alex snickered and brought out his keys, casually swirling it around his finger.

"What are you doing?" I inquired maliciously.

"I dont know. Maybe being a kind person for attempting to treat your bruise....maybe" He shrugged and pressed the button of the elevator. This shabby looking apartment made me mentally cringe not wanting to go further inside it.

"I didnt ask you to treat it-"

"I didnt ask for your complaint." He retorted and cut me off with a sharp stare trying to get me to stop. I threw daggers at him for even trying. Pissed off, I swiveled and walked away when Alex stride over, grabbing my wrist.

"Where are you going?" He demanded with an aberrant authoritative tone. I sharply glanced at him. What has gotten into him? He hasn't been like this to me in a while so I thought he understood my point, I thought he understood what I was trying to get at! I just-

Key word.

Thought.

"Look, I need to keep this. After were done, only then I can treat it." I sounded ardent and I was. As bad as it sounded, I needed to keep this. I needed this. He gazed at me for a pretty long time, as if pensively thinking of the most solemn thing on this earth.

"I wont let you visit your own father looking like this. I wont." His feelings didnt reached me but his eyes of pure sincerity did. I stare.

I stare like that is the last option I have to get to him.

The elevator door opened up leaving us both in a predicament. We both just stared at each other not making a single move, as if trying to catch a prey. Alex did the first move, nudging me with a benignant expression.

"Vylia dont do this. Your father wont like the looks of that, belie-"

"How do you know that?" I cut him off with sigh and his mouth was left gaped open.

"I bet he's begging to see me suffer and this bruise the only thing I can give him, so please just-Ack! Alex!"

He dragged me to the elevator without looking back. I tried to stop on my tracks, mentally cringing at the sound of my sneakers brutally rubbing against the grey cemented floor, but it was of no use. I ended up inside the elevator with him in no time and he immediately pressed his floor number.

"Al-"

"Shut up. One more word Vylia." He dared me and sounded angry while clenching my wrist tightly with a passion. I scrunched my nose in pain, clenching my fist back trying to fight it. God forbid Alex is being overly protective like my mom is. I tried pulling my hand away glaring at him, but he just didnt budge and just gazed forward. Like a soldier.

I was jealous of that stance, because I needed that stance right now.

I didnt know whether to speak up about my wrist or leave it so I can add more bruises.

Then I finally decided.

"You asked for it." I finalized and he turned his head confused.

"What do you mea-" I cut him off with a punch in the gut therefore making him let go of me and place his arms on his stomach while bending over. The door finally opened at the 4th floor and I immediately vamoosed searching for the stairs. I anxiously looked around trying to find it and it was to my left.

"You didnt think that would stop me did you?" His raspy voice almost had me worried. But I shrugged that off, already opening the transparent door to the stairs.