"Say something, you bitch!" Aydin snarled at me pushing Sana off of his frame. An object fell from Sana's pocket as she fell to the floor and sprung to life with a sharp blade at the end of it. As Aydin grabbed the pocket knife that had Eddie's initials carved into the handle I felt my throat collapse with lack of words that I could say without getting stabbed.
"I had just met you, then shortly after my life changed overnight. I didn't know you super well when it happened," He stepped closer to me and I felt myself jump from the dining chair before I even knew what was happening. "I always planned to tell you. But as we got to know each other better I didn't think it was worth telling anymore. But I swear I told you everything else." My voice was hushed to a whisper. "You know what I mean..."
His eyes widened for a second but with a blink returned to his same stare. He knew what I was talking about.
"Aydin don't-" Yuza began.
He couldn't help but look back at her, the person whose life he destroyed- no, we destroyed. But even as he saw her eyes form the begging looks to make him stop, he kept getting closer to me. No matter how far I tried to back away.
"It isn't worth it man," Eddie chimed in. "Let him tell you why. Let him explain everything."
Aydin's eyes pierced me like the knife he was holding but he wouldn't back down. "I told you everything about me. Even things I swore I'd never tell anyone else, yet you didn't tell me information to one of the most important parts of your life." His voice was shaking at the brink of every word he spoke. "I told you the scariest things about myself that I swore I'd never let you know."
"I am so sorry. Believe me, I never wanted my father to hurt you. I don't even call him that anymore."
"Too late."
"Aydin-"
"STOP IT!"
"Sana don't do it!"
Slice
As Aydin swiped the blade for my face, he was caught in between both of Sana's hands. I could hear her flesh rip down the middle of her hands and see blood explode from her palms.
"I won't stand... to watch you... kill each other." She said with no tears, no wavering in her voice, but the pain rang through her couple words.
"Oh my god." Eddie responded sounding like he was going to throw up, and I could understand why. Blood dripped to the floor as she still gripped the knife in between both of her palms. Pulling her hands away shakily, Aydin dropped the knife to the floor and took five steps back. I watched him longingly wanting to reach for his hand, to let him know it was okay, that he didn't have to do anything violent anymore. We could be different people now.
"We're going to the hospital. You need stitches." I said throwing my hands in the air until they collapsed at my side in annoyance.
"Don't get the phone... It'll be fine we have... bandaids?" Sana said kneeling to the floor sounding weak. "God, I hate blood."
"You don't like blood. Jesus, we're definitely going to the hospital-"
"No, we can't. No more bills, please." She pleaded on the verge of passing out. She was willing to collapse on the floor covered in her own blood and a room full of angry people to avoid going back there.
"Fine, fine! We have gauze and some wrap from when we bandaged Aydin's eye." I said putting the phone down throwing myself into an armchair. "Make this nonsense stop, just for one day."
***
An hour later my hands were finally both bandaged after Aydin struggled under his own anxiety and Eddie's death glare that I could feel drifting through the room. "Done." He said. My hands looked like huge mittens but I smiled anyway. "Looks great." I said.
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Set Free
Teen FictionEmancipation: to be set free without the need for guardians. A critical need for fourteen-year-old Sana who can no longer safely live in the house that she was supposed to be able to call her own. After the passing of her biological mother and newbo...