Saving Me

Fight and Flight

   I tossed and turned all night. I had never slept so bad before. Finally at 8:38 a.m. I got up and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I laughed. I had looked like I went through hell. Honestly I felt the same way. All I knew was Aiden was going to know how I felt. Also he was going to explain everything.
     The door was suprisingly been unlocked. I thought he would have known better. I headed to the kitchen I was starving. Putting a pan on the stove I grabbed an egg,and searched for ham, cheese, hot sauce and bacon bits. I decided on scrambled eggs. Just as I turned on the stove Aiden entered the room.
     "Baby-" Before he could say another word I cut him off.
   "Don't baby me. I'm making MY breakfast-"
   "I just wanna apologize."
  "Well I don't wanna talk or look at you so get out of the kitchen." I started to raise my voice. I shut the stove off knowing he wasn't going to listen without argument.
   "But ba- Tiana plea-"
  "No I said I don't wanna talk." I had my back to him. I waited a moment. He still hadn't moved.
   "Did you not hear me? I said GET OUT!!" This time I turned around yelling at him. He didn't even flinch with made me even more pissed.
   "I heard you fine and clear. But before I leave I wanna apologize." He was giving me that little attitude that boiled my blood.
   "And I don't wanna hear it at all so GET OUT!" What I did was totally wrong and I knew it. Grabbing the pan I threw it as hard as I could. It hit his face busting his lips. Were it hit had instantly turned red. He turned his head to the side holding his face in one hand.
    "I SAID GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN!!!! I don't care just get out. Leave. Shoo. Goodbye."
Turning his face back to me I saw something in his eyes. Ooops I just f**ked up.....
    "You little b***h!! What a childish move." He began to move toward me. I swung at him. My fist made contact with the busted portion of his lip. His blood squirted on to my fist and his face. But that didn't stop him. He pushed me back and slapped me.  I stumbled and hit the counter.
    "You son of a b***h! You're such a d**k ya know. All you do is leave, come home to eat and drink my blood. What the f**k do I look like to you?? Huh? Am I just your blood whore because the "Clan" encourages it?? Is that why you keep me around?? Huh huh?" He pushed me against the wall and looked me dead into the eyes.
     "Don't talk about the clan like that again." His breath reeked of blood, both human and animal. I pushed him off me.
    "You know what? F**k you and your stupid clan!!!" I punched him again and stormed out the room. Just when I was about to open the door he lunged at me. I stumbled and fell forward. I managed to roll over to face him. He was on top of me in seconds and he clawed my face. Blood ran down my face. I pushed him off, stood up and grabbed a vase. I chucked it so hard my arm almost dislocated. It hit his face and shattered.
   I bolted out the house and into the woods. The blood began to slow down but still ran.