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Chapter Five

After a few moments of crying alone, I finally stop and use both my hands to wipe the tears away. I took another glass and went to the fridge to get some water. Once done, I drank and felt the liquid run down my throat feeling relieved and soothed.

 I put the glass on the marble counter and decided to clean the mess I’ve made. I grab the sweeper and cleaned the broken glass gathering them all together. I went on my knees looking around under different furniture.

 In the midst of searching, I see a portion of the broken glass and I decided to take it reaching for it with my hand. As I forced my arm to reach for the piece, I was finally able to grab it in my hand having the result of a deep cut in my skin.

 “Shit.” I mutter under my breath after letting go of the shard. I immediately take myself up to the stairs. I turn the knob and opened the door of my room, seeing him on my bed and staring at the ceiling. I walk in and I see him watching me from the corner of my eye.

 His brows were scrunched as he observed me while I stood still. When he finally understood what had happened, he warily went to me taking my wounded hand as I felt intimidated.

 “Are you okay?” He says with worry in his voice.

 “Ouch, ouch. Don’t touch it.”

 He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a pain in the ass.” He ran to the bathroom and walked out with a kit in his hand. He rested the box on the bed and opened it. I observed him as he continued to rummage. “Sit.” He orders me, but I still continued to watch him dazed and distracted. “I said sit.” He finally looks at me.

 “Oh, sorry.” I walk to the bed and sat with my hand still bleeding. I wonder why he’s like this- being nice and all because from what I know, he barged into my flat and told me that he missed me when I clearly didn’t know him.

 “Paige, for the third time, give me your hand.” He demands sternly.

 I look at him quite embarrassed thinking that he must’ve been calling me for a while now.

 “Uh, what did you use?” I say swallowing and taking a quick glance at the fibre he was holding in between his fingers.

 “A cotton ball, if it isn’t obvious enough…” He says as he gestures his hand out open giving me the motive that I should put my hand on his so he would be able to aid me and settle the deep cut in my hand.

 “No, I meant, what kind of medicine did you use? What did you put on that thing?” My curiosity begins to grow pointing my finger at the white ball of cotton as I wait for him to answer my simple question.

 “Alcohol, and it’s not medicine, it’s a disinfectant.” He says bluntly smirking. He begins to rummage into the kit once more giving his full attention to the box.

 “Oh,” I breathe through my nostrils feeling really uncomfortable right now. Fuck. I knew that. Paige, next time can you be a little less stupid and use the right terms?

 “Wait, alcohol?” I repeat what he had just said after processing the words he let out a second ago. My head moves forward with eyes wide open having the thought in my head that I might end up taking my hand back once he dabs it onto my skin. “I, uhm, uh,”- I swallow once again- “I, uh- can it be—“

“You’re scared aren’t you?” I get cut off, seeing him look at me whilst he searches in the box.

 “No,” I mumble under my breath.