Vengeance

Chapter 8 - Perception

Andrew's Pov

"fuck." I let out as I watched the blood begin to seep from my hand.

Her big brown eyes caught mine, a wave of concern washing over them. She quickly cleaned up the blood that had accumulated on the counter.

She softly lifted my hand and began moving to the sink. I let her guide me. I wasn't focusing on what she was doing, as other thoughts of her were dominating my mind.

She moved away from me and began looking through the medicine cabinet. She got on her tiptoes and reached for something in the back.

She was so tiny it was almost cute. My eyes drifted down to her perfectly shaped ass. I wonder-

I quickly pulled myself out of my thoughts when she approached me. I stared down at her as she dresses the wound.

She glanced up, our eyes locked. She was beautiful, her gaze was mesmerising.

"What's been up with you recently" she spoke while her eyebrows drew together.

"none of your fucking business" I stated, my tone coming out harsher than I meant.I watched as a breeze of sadness and defeat brushed over her heavenly face.

"jeez ok" she said, moving away from me while holding her arms up in surrender. She turned walking away, the warmth leaving with her.

"sorry about the glass by the way." She said loud enough for me to hear as she continued to walk away.

I pressed my lips together in a straight line, feeling slightly bad for snapping at her.

"It wasn't your fault" I let out.

I began to head to my room, not feeling hungry for dinner.

I opened the door in my room that lead to the bathroom. I decided to take a shower before sleeping.

I pulled my shirt over my head, noticing a few bruises along my torso. I threw the shirt into the laundry basket, making a perfect shot.

I undressed and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to trickle down my body. I washed myself and quickly rinsed off, trying my best to not get the bandage wet.

I got dressed then let myself sink into my bed. I sat on the side staring down at my injured hand. I let the memories of Maddison run through my head.

I ran a hand through my hair.

I can't like her. She's annoying anyway. I thought as my fist began to ball.

Angry at her. Angry at myself. I headed down to the gym, throwing a few punches at the bag.

Before I knew it it was 2am once again. In the dark by myself.