13/31 (Kinda On Hold)

XVII: Shattered God

"Vinny? May I speak with you?", I ask, causing him to look at me with the look of a confused bird.

"Uhm...sure. What about?"

"Follow me", I say, motioning him towards an empty bedroom, he follows me closely and then I close the door behind us.

"I'm going to get straight to the point, you need to lay off-", suddenly his lips are on mine.

I jerk away, pushing him back gently, first being struck with my stomach lurching and then feeling the bile rise up in my throat. It rises up and out and then I am puking all over Vinny. The puke however, is not quite puke. It's stained a deep crimson, and reeks of blood along with the less powerful odor of puke.

"What the hell, dude?" His eyes are wide and frantically searching between his clothes and me.

I cover my mouth, feeling completely mortified, and then racing out of the room, down the hallway and into Chris and I's bedroom. I reach the bathroom and quickly lean over the toilet, the vomit-like substance keeps coming. My stomach churning as it flows from my mouth and into the toilet.

I keep a tight grip with both hands on the rim of the toilet, almost completely consumed with purging my body of whatever my stomach has decided no longer agrees with it. I hear a loud BANG coming from outside the bedroom, and loud voices. I feel the dread and panic hit me even stronger and barf one last time.

I hover over the toilet, awaiting more puking, but the commotion continues. I quickly flush the toilet and brush the disgusting acidic taste from my mouth. I walk into the bedroom, quickly searching for something else to wear considering that I'm now covered in barf and regurgitated blood.

Chris' voice yells out a very audible, "WHAT THE FUCK?!", and I quickly shed my dress, pulling on the nearest clothes and racing out of the room.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yell at Vinny, seeing him covered in blood, my blood specifically.

"Dude, this is all your girls fault." Vinny says, his hands up in defense.

"Why the fuck are you covered in blood?" I growl, slamming his body into the nearest wall. Maybe Scarlett was right, maybe I do have a thing for walls.

"I don't know, she fucking pulled me in here to talk and next minute she was spewing blood. Also how the hell did she get your blood, she's not a Vampire."

"Bullshit, runt. Tell me what the fuck really happened or so fucking help me I will squeeze out every last fucking ounce of air that resides in your body." My grip tightened around his neck.

"Dude--I swear. I told you, she wanted to talk and then she was vomiting blood. I don't know what the hell happened."

I pulled his body away from the wall, only to slam it against it much harder. "Tell me," I snarl. "There's no reason for her to have thrown up blood without you fucking doing something to her."

I feel a small hand on my arm that grips Vinny's neck, "Chris, let him go. He's not lying, not completely."

"Completely? What are you skimping out on, runt?" I dig my fingertips into his neck, causing him to scratch at my hand.

"Chris stop!" Scarlett cries out, "I'm not explaining anything until you let him go."

I growl and release my grip, his body falling to the floor as he gasps for air. "What the fuck happened? Why is he covered in my blood and....bacon chunks." I turn to Scarlett.

She holds my hands, "Promise me you won't attack him again."

"No. I'm not fucking promising anything. Tell me what the fuck happened before I become more choleric. What fucking happened."