monster | baekhyun

16

Previously:
As soon as I lift my trembling arm to pull the seatbelt over my chest, his slender fingers wrap around my wrist and immediately pull it back.

I turn to face him, my eyes wide open in surprise as I try to understand why he did that.

His eyes are fixated on my hand, his grip around my wrist so tight that I can feel it going numb almost immediately.

My eyes trail down to my weak arm and they widen even more once I see a thick layer of red liquid smeared all over the palm of my hand up to my fingers.

***

"That's my blood, right?"
His voice is laced with uncertainty, his gaze on my blood-covered hands so strong that I find myself jerking his grip off.

"N-no"
I mumble once his grip around my wrist completely vanishes, my eyes widened in surprise.

The nauseating smell of the crimson liquid makes me feel like headed and I instantly lay back in my seat, birds circling around my head.

"The fuck did you do to yourself?"
The angered boy's voice pulls me back into reality and I find myself bending down and reaching towards the soles of my feet.

His voice is filled with curiosity, frustration, and worry.

I brush my hands which are covered by the wet liquid across my skin and immediately gasp once I feel another layer of the thick blood give warmth to my trembling hands.

Instantly, pain rushes through my feet once again and I find myself pulling my arms back.

I probably got cuts before I was barefoot. No wonder I was feeling an intense amount of pain every time I took another step.

"I think I'm bleeding"
I bite down on my lower lip, my eyes fixated on my dirty hands.

"No shit, we both are"
The boy's voice is laced with annoyance and sarcasm as he spits words out at me, his eyes roaming my body up and down with confusion.

The longer that I stare down at the palms of my hands, the more tears uncontrollably roll down my cheeks.

I can feel him staring at me from the side of my eye, my gaze fixated on my hands as I avoid eye contact with me.

Suddenly, his concerned facial expression drops and he turns his head to face the road.

"We'll be home soon"
He clears his throat, a smirk creeping onto his lips.

With confusion circling my mind, I try to make sense out of it. He is overly bipolar.

"Home?"
I stutter as I lean back against the chair, trying to endure the sharp pain spreading through my trembling feet.

"Yes, my home"
His smirk grows as he lets out a long sigh and positions his hands on the wheel.