I glanced around the room staring at our stuff spread our across the floor. The mirror was smashed showing only soft cracks in it, that were trying to outline my face. My clothes where heaped up in a pile with holes in them after having a fight with the scissors.
I pushed my self up feeling a trickle of blood roll down my forehead. Taking a sharp breath I got up brushing the dust off my jeans and walking over to my clothes, picking up one of my tops that was just a rag now, and dabbing my head with it.
It stung making me hiss at the pain. Our bed had blood staining the mattress and our wardrobe door had fell off its hinges. The floor in which laid beneath my feet was covered in small shards of glass and blood splodges. I wasn't surprised. I heard small cries coming from the kitchen, sobbing silently while murmuring stuff under their voice. I followed the cries wandering into the kitchen, trying not to fall over due to the blow to my head.
Eva sat there hugging her teddy bear tight. I bought it for her the first day we met, and it was her go to bear whenever it got bad. She loved to whisper stuff to it when she thought I was sleeping, telling him how her day had been and how she was feeling. It was sad to think that she would rather tell that fucking bear than me, but on some level I understood.
I sat down beside her glancing down at sharp slash that ran across her leg watching as the blood dripped off her skirt and onto the wooden flooring. I bent down kissing her gapping wound softly like a mother who had promised her kid she would 'kiss it better' and then lifted her head up with the tip of my finger. Her soft brown curls fell down past her shoulders as she flickered up her emerald green eyes to look at me. Her pale complexion was ruined by masscara that had dripped down her face as she bit her lip slightly shaking. She was cold to touch and made me shudder at the sudden temperature.
I loved her so much.
She fell into my embrace hugging me for dear life as tears rolled helplessly down her face and I couldn't help but smile sweetly to myself. We argued a lot. This time was about money as I went out and got pissed yet again and spent it all. I came home to her screaming her head off at me about how irresponsible I was and how I was destroying her. I pushed past her making my way into the kitchen calling her a bitch as I did so, thats when she smacked me round the face the pain spreading across my face like wildfire.
I reacted back shoving her into the wall at great speed, her head smacking the concrete hard. She bit me running for a pint glass that was in the side and then smashing me over the head with it, the glass spreading across the very ground we where both now sat on. I manged to run up into the bedroom throwing the bedside lamp at her head and watching it smash against the wall instead. That's when she picked up a chair and threw it has hard as possible at my head. That's when I blacked out and woke up... I don't know how long later.
I fucking hated her.
But God did I love her.
...
I placed my finger on the edge of my cup, tracing the rim slowly sighing deeply to myself. It was a cold frosty morning and I had brought a quilt for a ride to the kitchen, in which I sat there watching my cornflakes drowned. It was Monday and I really wasn't feeling it.
I didn't feel the need to talk to her the next day. I never did we just pondered about the house not saying a word to eachother all the time and pretending that everything way okay.
We never looked at eachother.
We never spoke to eachother.
We never fucked eachother.
We never even stayed in the same room as eachother for more than 5 minutes.
That's why we both caused arguments, it gave us a reason to communicate. Today wasn't a good day as I rummaged through my draws looking for any undamaged clothing.I manged to find one crappy top and just put on the jeans I was wearing the previous day. I wandered downstairs to see her sweeping up the glass from the floor before reaching for her coat. She threw it on walking towards the door in quite a hurry. I ran after her grabbing her hair trying to pull her back to me.
