Calloused

16

I continued to watch the monitors long into the night. H had been gone since that afternoon and I was starting to get anxious. Nothing was happening on the cameras, just people coming and going from the building across from ours.

Vincent was still there, witch put me on edge. He wanted me dead, and he wouldn't stop until I was. I decided to go make myself something to eat in the small kitchen we had. There was a stove, a refrigerator, a sink and a few cabinets. I opened the fridge to grab a few things to make a quick sandwich. The door slamming shut made me jump. I peaked around the corner to find H stumbling to the couch. He dropped the duffle bag he was carrying next to him on the floor.

He held his side and hissed in pain as he plopped down. I immediately went to inspect him.

"What happened?" I demanded.

"Had a few unexpected friends follow me home, that's all." H responded nonchalantly as he took off the black hoodie he was wearing. The white t-shirt underneath was covered in blood. Without thinking I lifted his shirt up to see a deep gash on his ribcage.

I touched the skin around it to see how deep it was.

"Ah! Fuck, watch it." H hissed at me as he pulled his shirt back down.

"You need stitches." I stated as I went back into the kitchen. I was annoyed with him and his constant attitude.

I made two sandwiches, one for myself and one for him to eat. I grabbed a few bottles of water and headed back towards the couch. I sat down next to him, watching as he pulled out a first aid kit. I took a bite of my sandwich as I watched him remove the shirt from his torso.

I noticed the familiar silver chain that hung from his neck and rested on his chest. It was the same silver cross he had wore years ago.

"Stop staring at me." H growled as he opened the kit. I squinted at him, fighting the urge to punch him in his already busted face.

His lip was split and he had a gash on his forehead near his hairline. A bruise was starting to form on his right cheekbone.

"If you don't have anything better to do besides stare at me, go watch the fucking cameras." He snapped at me. Something inside me clicked as I felt my body temperature rise. I threw the rest of my sandwich and the plate it was on across the room and stood up.

The plate shattered against the wall, sending broken shards all over the floor.

"Don't you fucking dare order me around! I'm tired of your fucking attitude towards me and the way you've been acting!" I snarled at him.

"I will stare at what ever the fuck I want you fucking prick!" I got in his face, my anger getting the best of me. I leaned down and grabbed his face so our eyes met.

"You know what fucking kills me? That we're sitting across the street from the man who wants me dead and I can't do anything about it until we have a plan. For all we know, he could be coming here right now to murder me." I growled at H and pushed his face away as I stood up straight.

"Of course, cause it's always about you! Isn't it?" H fired back as he stood up from the couch.

"Yeah! It fucking is and I'm fucking sick of it! Maybe if I go jump off a fucking cliff it would make shit so much easier on you and everyone else around me!" I screamed at him.

He glared even harder at me once the words left my mouth.

"Do you even know how many people have died to protect you? Don't you fucking dare threaten your own life!" He screamed back at me.

"None of this would be happening if I didn't exist! No one would be dying! Don't you get it H? I don't want to be the reason for everyone around me to die! I fucking hate it!" At this point angry tears started to pour from my eyes. My hands were shaking from all of the rage inside of me.