(C)amomile (studxstud)

Chap 3: No rest for the wicked.

"Why the fuck is your shirt bloody?" Cam asked with her eyes wide with shock and fear.

"Babe, calm down." I said taking the shirt off and throwing it in the hamper.

"Take it outa the fucking basket!" She shouted.

I grabbed the shirt up holding it in my hands staring at her.

"Who's blood is it?" She asked.

"Not mine." I said.

"Why do you have cuts on your face?" She asked.

"Mona had to hit me.." I whispered.

"What???" She said cocking her head to the side.

"I said... Mona had to hit me." I said a little louder.

"Why had to?"

"Because I was being a bitch about something." I sighed.

"And all of this happened while talking to her father? Is that Mona's blood? Did you guys fight to the death or something?" She asked screwing her face up.

"No, it's not her blood." I chuckled.

"Why yaa bloodclaat laugh? This look like a laughing matter to you?" She said getting angry again.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. I have some things to explain to you but I just can't right now plus I'm really tired."

"Okay. Guess you'll be sleeping elsewhere until things are cleared up." She said grabbing the blooded shirt from me.

"Are the pants bloody too?" She asked holding out her hand.

I nodded, took them off and handed them to her.

"I'm not sleeping elsewhere," I said.

"Okay. Then I'll sleep elsewhere, the fuck.." She said hissing her teeth and walking out of the room.

I sighed and made my way to the bathroom completely stripping and stepped in the shower. I was exhausted and I wasn't in the mood to be sharing that I killed someone earlier to prove that I haven't went soft.

Have I gone soft though?

I stood under the warm water feeling a small weight being lifted off my back. I had to tell Cam, had to tell her the two things that were bothering me. I washed my hair trying to get rid of the day's memories and sweat. I twisted each section after rinsing the conditioner out, washed off one last time then got out of the shower. I used a scrunchy to catch my twists up and tied a towel around my head to soak up the excess water.

I stared at the mirror looking at my body for a minute. Mona calls me Itty Bitty Titty committee because my breasts were almost non existent, I guess it happened because of the bench presses I used to do. I had to keep in shape to be able to keep up with the missions, Mona is just as fit as I am but she had her full set of breasts. I looked behind me at our bed knowing that she kicked me out. Should I just lie there and behave like I was sleeping? Knowing Cam she would hiss her teeth and talk to herself knowing that I was listening. I let out a heavy sigh and went to get boxers and a tank top to sleep in. I hung my towel back beside hers and got dressed. I saw light coming from the window so I went to look and I saw Cam standing over the makeshift fire pit that we built together squeezing gas into the fire so that it blazed higher. I saw that it was my clothes that were on fire. Dammit! I loved those pants, I got them on sale from Tommy Hilfiger. I saw her look up and our eyes met, I wonder what's running through her mind right now. She looked away and walked back inside.

"Tatianna, come downstairs before the dinner gets cold." She said standing at the bottom of the stairs.

I didn't say anything I just walked downstairs and sat at the table waiting on her to bring my plate to me. She sat the chilled wine bottle in the middle and sat my full plate in front of me walking back in for hers and utensils.  She silently poured herself a glass of wine, emptied the glass then poured another. She quietly ate her food and all I could hear was her fork hitting the ceramic plate.