The Queen of the Underworld

Chapter 3

I heard the two boys following me, chasing me. Rio grabbed my hand, spinning me around.

"It's okay, it's almost stopped bleeding," He panted, worry in his eyes. 

"Kei is hurt; he needs stitches. Plus, I have to clean up the glass, so you don't get hurt either. It's okay; it's my house. Whoever it was probably already left, it's okay." He let go of me, knowing I wasn't about to back down. I went to step and ran into something huge. I landed on my butt and panicked when I saw nice shoes. 

"You okay?" It was a man's voice; it was fairly deep, more than my brother's voice, at least. My eyes moved from the shoes up to his face. When I saw that he was rugged and young, I panicked even more. Why does this happen to me? "I should have tried to catch you, my bad." He extended his hand to me, making me swallow hard. He has tattoos on his hand; why would his mom let him do that?

"Let's go back to the room, come on," Rio said in a sing-song voice. "Sorry to bother you, sir." I whipped my head and looked at Rio. 

"Since when are you polite?" I whispered, and he tsked me. I stood up on my own and ignored the piercing gaze of the man. "I'm okay," I mumbled to him as I walked by him. I saw men in the living room with shoes on, making the inner me angry. When I got to the kitchen, I internally whined.

"I thought I said stay in your room." My brother's voice was harsh and serious, making me wince. I ignored everyone and went to get the kit, but some guy was in the way. I pointed at the cabinet, making the man turn and open it. "You can't do a single thing I ask you guys to do." He was chastising the boys. "S***, your mom's gonna kill me," My brother sighed, frustrated. I was too short to reach the kit, but I felt someone next to me and, they grabbed it. The guy who opened the cabinet handed it to me.

"Thank you," I said, almost inaudibly. He grunted a response, making me realize how much men don't use their voices. 

"It's bleeding pretty bad," The guy from before spoke. "One of us can stitch it for you." He offered to Kei, who looked at me for help.

"Don't look at me for help," I whispered in irritation. "You're the knuckleheads that broke my lamp. Blame yourselves." I was getting frustrated because I was being overwhelmed by the number of people in my home, also, shoes. 

"You sure you're okay?" The gruff guy before asked to me. My body was trembling at this point. Too many people, too many eyes, too many thoughts, and too many- 

"Shoes! I don't know where you people have been, and shoes are disgusting. You are all covered in germs, and, now, my floors are filthy. You don't just walk into someone's house and wear your shoes. For grown men, you're all pretty ignorant and unable to observe basic things about your surroundings. There are shoes by the door, and Chance doesn't have him on because he understands that I keep my house immaculate! I also don't know where you've put your hands or when the last time you washed them was, and I touched stuff you touched and you probably have touched things I'd prefer you not to." I burst out finally, then sunk back after I realized I just yelled at many grown men. My grip on the kits' straps made my knuckles white.