Fire meet gasoline (Skeet Ulrich)

5.

Here you go, sunshines! Hope you'll like it! :)

Saturday morning was hard. I felt like shit, KJ wasn't answering my calls, texts, anything, and I was moody and angry at myself for allowing this to happen. I should've seen it. The way he was looking at me, how excited he was ... I was absolutely blind to that. 

Oh, shoot. 

I had a very long shower, I stood under the hot water until my skin started to burn. Then I changed in basic black tank top and elastic shorts and opened the fridge, but closed it immediately. I wasn't hungry. I was hurt. I'm here only one week and I got someone I cared about to hate me already. I took out the wine glass and poured a little amount of rosé. Wine for breakfast? Why not. My phone beeped and I ran to it instantly, because I thought it would be KJ. But no. My friend from home, Phil, sent me something. I clicked on the link ... 

I don't know where it came from. That sob. That broken sad throaty sob. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor. My heart - or more what has left of it - has shattered to billion pieces. 

I left out a cry. Loud, wet cry. Tears were streaming down my face, I was trying to get ahold of something, I sat on the last stair and buried my head in my hands. 

The pain I felt was something new to me. Something ... it was fire and ice, burning and freezing inside of me, both at the same time, wanting me to throw up or scratch myself. 

When it happened, when he...

I heard the keys and immediately wiped the tears. Corin came home, probably. 

"Hi Vicki," I heard Skeet's deep voice. I took a deep breath and turned to him. 

"Hi," I tried to smile. 

"What has happened to you?" he put his sunglasses down. 

"Nothing ... why?" my voice was so shaky, I prayed for him to go away soon.

"You're so pale ... your eyes," he looked concerned.

"I was just ... I showered, had too much hot water. I'm ok. Would you like to drink something?" I turned my back to him, picking glass from the cupboard. My hands were shaking so much, I couldn't hold it properly. Glass fell, it was shattered all around on the floor. I quickly bent down, picking up the glass. 

"I'll do it Vicki, let me. Let ...," he quickly bent next to me. As he said that, my eyes again got filled with hot salty tears and I clenched my fist so hard, I didn't even realize I had glass in it. 

"Ouch," I sobbed and eased off the pressure. Blood started to stream like crazy. 

"Jesus Christ, Vicki. Let it be, I'll do it later. Give me your hand," he wrapped wet towel around my palm, in a few seconds it was soaked with blood. 

"We have to get to the emergency," he insisted, but I shook my head. 

"No, no ... please," I was sobbing.

"Vicki, look at me," he took my cheeks in his hands and wiped away tears. I almost didn't see him. He was so blurry to me, but his eyes were burning me. 

"Take a deep breath for me, okay? Can you do that?" he talked calmly, as I was fitfully crying. I nodded and tried to breathe properly, but I couldn't. I had an panic attack, I knew it. I had one when John first cheated on me. I wanted to say something to Skeet, but the words got stuck in my throat. 

"Can you walk? We have to go to hospital, your hand is bleeding like crazy. I can't let this be, Vicki. Can you walk?" he asked again. I saw with blurry sight big red stain on the floor, my palm was burning. I tried to stand up, but I was so weak that I fell down immediately.