Bloody Hands

11. We aren't made of glass, remember?

Pov Elena

After a couple minutes, the yelling started. The curses that easily could be heard, made my eyes widen. I looked surprised at Rosa, who smiled embarrassed. She must clearly be used to this. I gulped when I heard the crashing sounds of glass.

'' Should we look?'' I asked, a bit worried.

Rosa shook her head, her eyes filled with worry. So, we both did do nothing, sitting without saying a word. The hard voice of Dimitri was enough to fill the silence. I could hear my name a couple times,  which made me curious more than ever. I was maybe better if I listened to Lorenzo. I could apologize him any other day, I should have stayed at home today. My cheeks were red because of the sudden rush of adrenaline in my blood. Was he even able to talk after this? He wasn't just not having a bad day; he was probably furious.

After an eternity, the door swung open and my eyes widened. My eyes met Vico his and I gulped. His eyebrow was bleeding and his eyes were on fire. I stood up quickly, wanting to walk towards him and ask if he was okay. Even before I could take a step, he walked past me. I could never forget his expression, he looked hurt and so mad at the same time.  The door kept open, giving me a view from inside the room. Everything was a disaster, glass at the ground, the seats being thrown away.

I looked up to see his eyes, those light brown eyes were replaced with something dark and cold. I shivered lightly and looked away. What was I supposed to do? I wanted to walk in and help him, but who was I? He would not let me in his territory, not when he was like that.  I looked helpless at Rosa, she could do something right? Rosa opened some drawers, before grabbing a tiny red box. Was she really going to try cleaning his wounds?

Dimitri his knuckles were bruised, lightly bleeding. His hair was a mess, clearly pulled by his big hands of frustration. I could not let Rosa go inside, not when Dimitri was like this.

I knew damn well how man could be. I had the same scene over and over again with Lorenzo. Him being angry with himself and blaming for my own pain. He would do illegal fighting, telling me that it helped him, but at the end he would end up with blood everywhere except for where it belonged, inside his body. I looked again at Rosa, who was hesitantly looking at the door, that was shut down by Dimitri seconds ago. Her tiny hands were lightly trembling, and I could see the way she looked. She was worried and hurt, like a mother would look at his son.

'' I got it'' I said without thinking.

I held my hand to Rosa, signalling to give me the box. She shook her head, but I nodded in response. I stepped closer to her and put my hand on her shoulder.

'' I really got it Rosa, don't worry'' I reassured her before taking slowly the box out of her hand.

After taking one deep breath, I walked towards the door and swing t lightly open.  I stepped inside the room without making eye contact with him. I closed the door silently and analysed the room. My eyes widened with the view. Everything was in a mess, his beautiful lamp now crashed down on the ground. The papers all around the room, there was nothing left from the beautiful room I fell in love with yesterday. I could hear Dimitri his heavy breath and my eyes went to his body, afraid that he would be hurt badly. Scanning his body, I was sure that it was the anger that made him breath out of control. Our eyes met each other's, and I stood there, not knowing what to do. I wanted to help him, tell him that whatever had happened with his cousin, it would turn out okay. But again, who was I? My words would not matter to him, he didn't even know me. Should I call Lorenzo? They are good friends, maybe he could do something more efficient than me. His eyes were boring  in mine, trying to read me, but I looked away quickly. He was leaning against the wall, between all the mess they made. I had to do something to help him, that was the least I could do. I could not turn around and leave, that wasn't the person I was.