How To Be Human

How To Have A Fight In The Worst Place Possible

Chapter 31 : How To Have A Fight In The Worse Place Possible

Warren had a couple of blood stains on his black shirt. His messy black hair was clinging to his forehead. There were weapons slashed around his belt and he was wearing heavy black combat boots. He exhaled deeply and I saw the relief spread around in his eyes. "C'mere," He barely got out as he charged for me.

I thought he was going to hug me, but he didn't. His hands grabbed my face and forcefully threw his lips onto mine. I inhaled in surprise and slammed my eyes shut. I ran a hand across his messy hair as a growl escaped from the back of his throat. When he pulled back, I was slightly dazed out. "Someone missed me."

Warren chuckled lightly, more in a relieved kind of way. "More than you will ever know."

"I usually like peep shows, but this is a bit too much for me."

Warren's eyes flickered with annoyance as he looked over at Joel. The storm outside was raging on so hard you could hear the rain pounding against the pavement. "Why the fuck did they keep you?"

Joel threw his hands up into the air. "That's what I've been trying to tell them!"

I suddenly realized that Warren never told me about Joel and I freaked out. "Get the hell off me you big ass jerk!" I shrieked, shoving his hands off of me and stepping closer to Joel.

Warren looked completely torn up at my actions. "What did I do now?"

"You lied to me!" I hissed at him. "You told me he was dead! I told you I thought it was my fault and you didn't even have the balls to tell me he was still alive!"

Joel's eyebrows narrowed towards me. "What? It wasn't your - "

"If I told you, then you would've forced me to go back and get him! I couldn't risk our lives!"

Joel shot him a flat look. "Good to know I mean a lot to you."

"You're an asshole!"

Warren sighed. "This isn't the time. We'll fight later." He paused and looked at me. "Why do you smell like that douchebag?" His head jerked towards Joel.

Joel threw his hands up again. "I'm never appreciated. Ever."

"He was thirsty, so I let him drink some of my blood. He needed it, they were barely feeding him - "

Warren didn't look so in the mood to save our asses anymore. He actually looked pretty pissed off at me. "What did you just say to me?"

Now was not the time for him to be acting like this. "You've never had a problem with him drinking my blood before!"

I was suddenly slammed up against the curved brick wall. Warren's minty breath clouded my face as he locked eyes with me. "I'm beginning to think you don't understand that you belong to me.As in, you are mine and you will do nothing that I am not aware of.No one else is suppose to touch you except for me. I am the only one who should be drinking from you, do you understand that?" His voice was roaring in my ears so loudly it was echoing.