Panic Attacks // Ruel // English

Chapter 32

Quickly let go of Ruel's hand, upon hearing a familiar voice, and I turn confidently around. Inside I am dying of fear, but he does not have to see that. Then I would be weak and I just don't want that. He has seen me in very weak moments and that is enough. I'm not safe with him.

Yasmine: "What's wrong?" I ask in an annoyed loud voice.
There is thunder in my eyes when I look at him urgently.

Austin: "Just wanted to know how you were doing. After you didn't feel well."
Yasmine: "Since when do you even care?"

His eyes go to Ruel, scanning him from head to toe.

Austin: "Christy said you felt fine coming home late. That you felt good enough to yell at her too." He says in a know-it-all tone.
Yasmine: "How do you know?!" I ask angrily.

Austin: "But I think this young man has something to do with it, doesn't he?" He says it in a tone like he's right and that's why he caught me. His eyes radiate a confidence that I can't stand.
Yasmine: "Keep Ruel out of this. I think we're talking about you and me now!" I shout, pointing to Austin.

Ruel has moved closer to me. I don't know the reason. Is he scared himself or does he want to protect me?

Austin: "We were thinking about letting me move in with you again." He suddenly says.

And then all red spots appear before my eyes. My heart rate increases and I hear a high pitch in my ears. A flame of heat shoots through my body, making me feel oppressed at the same time.

The muscles in my arm tighten. My hands form fists and my nails press into my palms. I don't even realize what signals my brain is sending to my muscles. And before I know it my arms makes a quick move.

I hit Austin full on the jaw and he recoils and grabs his jaw with both hands. His body is so in shook he can't fight back.

Yasmine: "You stay away from me, understand?!" I yell at him.

Ruel's hands wrap around my arm and pulls me away. The red spots in front of my eyes disappear and now I hear Austin moaning softly in pain. Does it bother me? No actually not. He deserved it.

While Ruel walks silently next to me, I look at my hands. The knuckles of my right hand are damaged and bleeding a little. I open my hands when they start to hurt more and more. I squeezed so hard that wounds were created.

Ruel: "That was quite a strong hit." He says calmly as if nothing is wrong.
Yasmine: "A jaw is less likely to break than a nose, he will get over it."

I have decided to go home with Ruel. I can't face my mom right now.

We were thinking about letting me move in with you again.

They must have thought of it together, because legally he is no longer allowed to live with us. Unless there is no objection. But I object to it. If that man comes to live with us, I'll be gone. I'm not going to sleep in the same house where he is.

I continue to the kitchen and turn on the hot tap. I have to get the blood off my hands. The skin on my hand is sensitive so it becomes difficult to clean.

Ruel: "Are you all right?" He asks over my shoulder. He puts his hands on my hips and comes close to me. Tingles fly through my stomach and I feel my body warm up.

I nod my head gently and continue to clean my hands.

We're on the couch and I've put my head on Ruel's shoulder. My hands are in my lap. FIFA is still played on television. I didn't feel like it anymore. And I felt sorry for Ruel that he had lost again.