The Red Wolf

ch 10

Fianna:

I walked to my room and heard him yell, and started trashing things around downstairs. Trying to ignore the noise  i put my bag against the wall.
"Ahhhhh" his scream echoed through the house. At that, i stood frozen. 
'He's going to hurt himself.' She yelled. Another loud crash came from down stairs and i bolted out of my bedroom door, and down to the kitchen.
"Get. Out!" he yelled not even sparing a glance my way. I looked at the room and the table was broken in multiple ways, vases smashed, everything on the counter now on the floor. I didn't need to look forward because all the evidence points to his busted knuckles, that are dripping with red blood.

 He raised his fist at the closet door.

"No!" I said grabbing his fist, but i wasn't strong enough. His hand slipped right through my fingers.

'just like he did years ago.'  She said sadly in the back of my mind. I slammed into his back where i fell and landed on my butt.

"Stop!" I yelled. His fist rammed through the door and he only stopped once he saw his arm was now bloody. His gazed turned to me and i sat there on the floor looking up at him. His face softened immediately and he bent down.

"No...." I said standing on my own. "Get in the bathroom." I ordered. But he didn't move. "Now!" I screamed with authority in my voice,. At that he flinched and walked upstairs, I'm hoping to the bathroom. I turned and took in the room before me.

"Goddess." I said.  Carefully I found where the garbage bags were hidden and i got out the dust pan and broom. Sweeping up the glass from the vases, i threw it into the dust pan then dumped it into the bag. I also picked up all the things that are suppose to be on the counter. Once the room was decent i walked up stairs, and wondered down the hallway following his sent that was coming from his room. I walked in and found him in his attached bathroom. He sat on the toilet with a bit of toilet paper to collect the gushing blood. I went into his cabinets and found a bandage. Setting all the supplies on the sink i grabbed a wash cloth and got it damp with hot water. I dabbed some antiseptic cream on it and walked over to Lucas. But he held his hand away when i tried helplessly to grab it.

"Just hold still." I said finally grabbing his arm and placing it on his knuckles.

"Ahhhhh" He growled. "That hurt!" He yelled.

"Well if you stop moving it wouldn't hurt as much!" I said very irritated.

"Well if you hadn't tried to run away, and maybe this would of never happened!"

"Well if you wouldn't have treated me like you did before all this then maybe i would have been happy to find the boy i once loved!"

"Well you shouldn't have hated me!" He said trying to get me back. But failed.

"And you should learn how to control your temper!" He huffed and i grabbed his arm again.

"This is gonna hurt." I said placing the rag back on his arm. Low growls could be heard from him as I cleaned out the wounds. I looked up and saw him staring at me. But this time i didn't see Luke I saw Lucas. His bright green eyes looking back at me, the same way he used to. Stuck in that moment i felt like it was going to be a fresh start, that is until he looked away first. So with all my will I forced my eyes away moving over to the sink.

'He couldn't still be the Lucas i remember. Could he?' I said.

'I don't know, but maybe...just maybe there's something.....' I grabbed the bandage and i went  back over to him.

"Hold this." I said placing one end of it on his wrist. "Open your hand." While he held the opposite end I wrapped his arm up so he didn't have to hold it. Next i bandaged his knuckles and turned back to his gaze. This time he let me look at him, what beautiful green eyes, they just go perfectly with his red hair. After a minute I turned and walked out without a word.