'Little bold one'

Unsettled

Clarke met us at the airport I hugged him instantly. He smelt so good! I don't know what he used but I could smell him all day. He made me feel so comfortable but something was in my mind, I needed to see Baizen. As much as I loved my boyfriend, he wasn't the one. I called him and we arranged to meet up.
"Hello." He kissed me instantly.
"Where the hell have who been?!" He sounded angry in a way, he sounded threatening. I was scared of him. He had blood dripping from his fist.
"What's with the blood." I pointed at his fist but he tried to cover it up.
"This! Oh it's nothing. Listen, what's all this about. It doesn't have to be this formal does it. You could've just invited me round to yours." Baizen's phone rang, it was a private number. I managed to grab it before he did because I wanted to find out what the hell was going with his odd behaviour.
"You! You put my brother in hospital! He's broken his wrist and sprained his ankle because of you you little shit!" Someone was screaming down the phone in outrage. Baizen snatched it back and tried to brush off the subject. A nervous giggle followed.
"Must've been a wrong number. Hey shall we order a drink."
"Baizen. What is going on. Why have you hurt another person. Come on!?" A tear slid down my face.
"I may have had a fight with someone but that's it. Why do you have to be so concerned!" Then he muttered: "fuckin bitch."
"That's it, we are done." I ran out crying and although everyone was staring, I didn't care, I just wanted my mum and Clarke.
A weight had been lifted off my shoulders though which did give me a bit of confidence to walk home without any unexpected weeping.