Outside the FAYZ

Chapter 53

Astrid waited patiently in the living room. She yawned and tumbled towards the couch, when she heard a loud noise that shook the walls. Astrid shot up, startled, then looked for the source. Sam stood next to the wall, rubbing his hand and cursing. The wooden wall, now contained an immense dent. "What the hell, Sam?" Astrid shouted as she rushed to get an ice pack. Sam ignored her and kept on hollering and punching the wall. Astrid, having retrieved the ice, sighed and confiscated Sam's hands. Sam's hands were swollen. His now purple, bluish knuckles were dripping with blood. His rough stiff fingers were now slightly crooked. Sam grimaced as Astrid shoved his hands in the ice. "I see that it didn't go well," Astrid muttered. "You think?" Sam yelled, his face contorted with pain. Astrid felt anger flaring up inside her, as if someone had lit a match and now a roaring fire lived inside her, thruming through her veins. "Shut the hell up Sam. I'm sick and tired of your whole bullshit on how you hate Caine. Just shut up and suck it up. He's your brother and you will treat each other nicely, or I swear I will kick both of you guys out!" Astrid fumed. Sam glared at her and yelled,"It's not my fucking fault! He pisses me off, with his stupid annoying shit he does. The way he sucks on his thumb, the way he thinks he a king! What the hell? He should grow the hell up. Stupid David. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE NAME IS DAVID!," Sam hollored down the hall, loud enough for Caine to hear. Astrid shook her head, while Sam continued,"He's so stupid! He always treats you like shit, when we kiss. What a fucking hypocrite! He's over there fucking Diana,  right now! Freaking whore." Sam, having finished with his tirade, sighed and apologized for yelling at Astrid. She let him hug her, but quickly pulled back. "Let's just go eat breakfast, before Caine comes, bringing hell with him," Astrid suggested. Sam agreed and went to go wash his hands, which were now caked with dried blood. He flinched as the cold water ran through his fingers, then over his bloody knuckles. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pale, but what really scared him was his eyes. He spotted a kind of murderous gleam in his eye, like what he's seen in Caine's dark eyes when he was about to kill Astrid and Gaia. Sam backed away from his reflection, frightened about how murderous he looked. He shook his head, ridding him of his thoughts, then quickly joined Astrid