Blood and Water

Chapter 67: Kiss Off

Kiss Off - Violent Femmes

Chibs POV

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Jax dropped me off at Mina's house. "You good, brother?" he asked, putting the van in park.

"Aye, I'm fine," I sighed, "Just...glad it's over."

I got out of the van and walked into the house. Walking into the bathroom, I saw the blood dripping off me. I wiped it away and changed my clothes before I went back into the kitchen.

Grabbing a bottle of whatever I could get my hands on, I sat down at the table and drank straight from it. I pulled out my gun and set it down on the table and put my knives next to it. As I moved the knife, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection. My eyes were red and my face was pale and bruised.

I took another pull from the bottle and set it on the table. I pulled out the bullet casing and held it in my palm. Setting it down on the table, I just kept staring at it, mindlessly drinking. The front door opened and I grabbed my gun, aiming it up.

"Christ, Chibs!" Mina jumped. "It's just me, babe!"

I threw it back on the table, "Sorry, love."

She sat down across from me. "Didn't realize you were home." She grabbed my bottle and took a sip, coughing after she swallowed. "You alright? Were you asleep?"

"I wish," I sighed.

"Were you crying?"

I chuckled, "I was earlier."

"Why? What's wrong?" She looked down at the casing. "What's that?"

I picked up the bottle and drank again. "Bobby...didn't make it. He's dead." 

I took another pull and she grabbed the bottle from me. She set it down on the table and I picked it up again. Mina fought me, taking it back. She set it down and I stared at it. I tried to grab it, but she smacked my hand away.

"Chibs, stop!" She moved it farther away from me. I tried one last time, but she stopped me again. She took my face in her hands and looked into my eyes. I started crying, thinking about Bobby and how close I was to losing her. "Hey, I'm here." She pulled my head to her chest, hugging me, and stroking my hair. "You're okay."

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Mina POV

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My heart broke in two as he sobbed in my arms. He cried in my chest, holding me tight. "You're okay," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "What can I do, baby?"

"Nuthin'," he sighed, starting to calm down.

"You sure?" I asked, still playing with his hair.

Chibs chuckled, "Maybe I could use a little distraction."

I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"I dunno," he sighed, looking down on the ground.

He pulled me closer to him, sitting me on his lap, and then put my hand on his semi-swollen cheek. Feeling my hand, Chibs closed his eyes and then fell asleep. He snored lightly and then his brows furrowed together. A tear rolled out of his closed eye, hitting my hand. 

"Baby?" I rubbed my thumb along his cheek. He opened his eyes and stood up, dropping me on the floor. 

He started pacing in the kitchen, back and forth, muttering under his breath. Then, he screamed, "F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!" as he started punching the front door.