Hurt people Hurt people (bxb)

Chapter 2

After like 20 minutes and not seeing a trace of my roommate, I decided to take a shower. A nice long soothing shower after that nearly 2-hour drive.

I placed my phone on the bathroom counter and blasted 'crush culture by Conan Grey', slipped off my clothing, and entered the bath.

Shut your damn mouth
You're talking too loud
And no one cares if you two made out
I'm sick of the kissing cult

I was singing as loud as i could much to my own entertainment, and didn't even try to hit a key because well...I'm singing for me who cares?

My playlist was almost played out before I had even finished showering. I had probably re-soaped over 5 times and then forgotten all about it just to carry on my karaoke session when suddenly 5, very loud, consecutive bangs were made on the bathroom door.

Startled, I quickly shut off both the shower and my music, and then practically scrambled to grab my towel just in time for the door to fly open. My large green eyes met a pair of furious brown ones.

"WHO THE FU-"

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"What's your name again?", he asked, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor beneath.

I said under my breath, "Theo T-Timberson", as I wiped up all the puddles of water that escaped the shower onto the tile and everywhere else. My cheeks were flushed the entire time. I felt his nasty glare on me, with my still wet hair pasted onto my face, and towel tightly wrapped around my small frame.

"Well Theo, the door was left open did you know that?"

I didn't give him eye contact and felt a lump in my throat as guilt shadowed me. "Let alone, there's a literal fire hazard plugged into the outlet laying on a wooden table," he continued, referring to my easy bake.

I dropped the mop in alarm, my heart racing as I remembered the cookies still baking in the oven. I attempted to move quickly, but the recently cleaned tiles beneath me were slick, and I slipped, taking a harsh blow to the head.

"Damn it," I hissed, frustration coursing through me as I cursed the world for not just ending it right there, leaving me with this throbbing pain. Without getting up, I gingerly touched the spot where a small trickle of red juice oozed from my head, wincing at the pain.

My roommate sighed audibly, his irritation evident, as he made his way over to me. With seemingly little effort, he hoisted me up from the floor and guided me out of the bathroom, gently seating me on my bed.  He tched in annoyance just by glancing at my state of pain. "Bandage?", he asked in the most unconcerned tone.

Distracted by the pounding headache, I simply nodded and barely acknowledged him as he left to fetch one. In his absence, I hurriedly dressed and unplugged the oven, grateful for the opportunity to prevent a potential fire hazard.

Guilt gnawed at me. I understood firsthand the disconcerting feeling of someone intruding into your life, your sanctuary, and causing utter disruption. Sometimes, I couldn't help but wish I could erase my younger brother from existence when he disrupted my peace, but love always managed to quell the flames of hate. However, this guy, a stranger to me, had no such room for love to triumph.

I remained seated, allowing empathy to wash over me as I put myself in his shoes, mentally granting him every justification to despise me. Hell, there were times when I couldn't stand myself.

It was only my first day, and things were already falling apart. Perhaps my life was irrevocably destined for an unending series of blunders. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to overflow.

The doorknob slowly turned, and he entered, bearing disinfectants and an icepack in his hand.

I quickly tried to dry my eyes with my sleeves to not make it seem like I was weakling, but hiding that fact was difficult. "Make space over there," He motioned for me to move over. He sat down opposite my already seated figure and roughly turned my face by the chin to face his. My brows knitted in irritation at his lack of gentleness. I really could do this myself if he was going to be this harsh about helping me.

"Uhuh..that is one ugly bruise", he grimaced upon inspection. Already upset, I swat his hand away from me. "I can do it myself," I reassured, grabbing the dampened cloth soaked in rubbing alcohol. Fueled with frustration I harshly pressed the cloth against my wounded forehead and with a quick and loud hiss, dropped it the second after.

"pfft", he laughed. "Dumbass. Just return my med kit when you're done."

I blushed an embarrassed one and nodded without rebuttal. With that he made an exit leaving me to my mess. Honestly the nicest thing he's done so far, leaving.

Not quite the start off I was hoping for.