EXILE ✸ Peter Parker

Four.

FOUR !
( havoc )

            I WATCH BLOOD DRIP INTO the sink beneath my palms as I draw back my fist in pain. there are reflective shards from the mirror my fist just clashed into. 

"Shit," I curse under my breath as a spiraling sensation crawls up my arm. 

I'd gotten into a fight with Kate yet again regarding my distaste to see a therapist, and shockingly, she wasn't having it. 

I don't want help. I don't want someone to tell me I'm fucked in the head. I don't need help. 

My back hits the back of the bathroom door as I hide my face with my free hand, allowing the blood to drip on the ground. 

The door beneath me rattles as a knocking sounds. "Aiden, I'm sorry." 

Having Kate coddle me and tell me how sorry she is is the last thing I want to hear right now. I blow out a breath and reach for the blue rag off the rack beside the sink and wrap it messily around my fist as I open the door, plastering on an awkward smile, I'm not in the mood to reveal my anger, all I want is to get out of this apartment. "It's fine, Kate." 

I slide past her, and almost make it to the front door when she sees the bloodied cloth around my hand. "Jesus, Aiden! What happened?" 

I wince, my eyes shut as I hold a sigh from escaping my lips. I turn slowly and spare her a reassuring stare. "I'm all good, Kate. I promise. I'll see you later." 

She doesn't say anything, but I know she wants to. She simply lets out an overexaggerated sigh as I wave her goodbye and slide out the door. 

And a breath finally releases as the sound of the door shutting behind me echoes through the hallway. 

"Fucking finally." 

   I MADE IT TO SCHOOL WITHOUT A single text message from Kate, thankfully. And I was able to drop by Rite Aid to grab bandages and a cloth, then proceeded to cover the cuts on my knuckles with six band-aids and half a roll of a bandage wrap. 

By the time I walked into third period, only a little blood seeped through. My hand had gone almost entirely numb, and it gave me the slightest headache, which only concerned me a little. 

Almost as soon as I sat down beside Peter, his eyes widened as they fell on my fist. He didn't say anything, and neither did I. Nor did I get a chance to due to the sound of the bell ringing throughout the classroom.