Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 23

Chresanto didn't take his mother's news well which surprise me. Natalie thought it would be a great experience and so did his brothers. They though she would have a great time and it would be something great for her to ease her mind about their dad. All but Chresanto, who as soon as the surprise was spoken gave a demand to the fragile old woman that she wouldn't and stormed up stairs, saw the good in the situation.

I considered following but I figured it wouldn't be the best idea knowing just how distasteful Chresanto was mad. His words become ruthless he was little more than a monster. I looked around the table as the family cast their questionable gazes on me waiting for me to get up and follow him. I did my best to ignore them and put another pancake onto my plate. "Don't worry, he just needs some space."

Their gazes don't settle or even break. I can't tell if they're more surprised I hadn't gone after him or of his melodramatic exit. A large thump from upstairs sounds through the ceiling and everyone jumps slightly.

I exhale feeling overwhelmingly obligated to go and check on him. He's probably ok, he most likely just through his TV or something. I nodded to everyone at the table and excused myself before retreating upstairs to check on him.

I knocked a few times before placing my hand on my hip and waiting. Instead of the door opening in a few second like I'd expected I hear another loud noise more of a shatter this time followed by loud cursing.

"Fuck!"

"Chres?" I find my heart suddenly jump and I let myself into his bedroom. The scene its shocking and not for the weak of stomach, one of his hands is wrapped around the other, while blood drains quickly from it and onto the cream carpet lining the floor.

"Oh my god."

I turn my attention to the scattered mirror a few feet from him and repeat my self over and over again. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Instinctively, I take his hands on mine and hold pressure on

"Are you crazy?" I yell barely audibly. "Let me see it."

Chresanto relieves a little pressure on his hand and I attempt to get a good look at the damage. To my surprise when I look I see several large shards of glass protruding from his knuckles and several more deep and bloody gashes around them, then the heavy bleeding starts again.

"Fuckkk." he whimpers. My heart aches slightly, I don't like to see him in pain. "We have to go to the hospital. Here hold your hand tight. I'll get a towel."

By this time the entire family is rushing up stair and miss Debra shrieks when she sees him. I squeeze past them as they all flood into the room and grab a small towel from the closet beside the bathroom. "Mom please stop!"

I hear the room getting louder and louder and when I return I can tell Chresanto's needs some saving and not just because of his hand at this point. I wrap the light blue towel around his hand and direct him to hold pressure on it while pulling him out of the discombobulated room. "Where are you going, you need to go to a hospital."

"Damn mom that's where we're going!"

"Don't worry miss Debra! I got it."

Her look sharpens to one that looks kind of hateful but I brush it off as a misinterpretation on my behalf and continue down the stairs.

The crisp air hits us but the amount of adrenaline pumping through our body makes the cold inapplicable. "Here give me your keys." I say holding my hands out.

"Are you insane, your not driving my car!"

"Shit Chres give me your fucking keys your bleeding!"

He rolls his eyes and digs his hand in his pockets and pulls them out. He has some fucking nerve to get pissy with we when I'm trying to help him. "Asshole."

I unlock the doors and start up the engine and wait for him to get in too.

As soon as he does I speed off.

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SORRY IVE BEEN SO MIA!!!