I move away from him.. heading towards another room.

He lets her go and watches her walk away from him. However, he follows her again, but he keeps a distance between them.

I don't see him near me so I slowly hold my hand under the tap water... the straight line from the cut I made with the knife was still bleeding.

He immediately noticed that she didn't want him near her, so he kept watching from a distance while she washed her wound. He also notices she is still bleeding from the cut and his worry turns into a mixed feeling of anger and guilt.

I removed the wound from the water and licked it... to stop the bleeding.

He was very concerned about her and he was starting to realize that he had really crossed the line today. He was watching her carefully while not saying a word out loud.

I felt a movement and looked back to find him staring at me.

As soon as she saw him she could tell that the worried look that was earlier appeared back on his face again. He was undoubtedly feeling guilty and he didn't know what to say. He kept staring at her with a mixture of guilt and concern in his eyes.

"You don't have to be guilty... you did not do it." I tore a part of my top and bandaged it on the wound.

He's surprised that she is not showing any signs of pain and that she has covered the wound with her top. He's trying to decide whether he should say something or not. He decides to say the first thing that comes to mind "Then who did it?"

"No one." I stare at my hands and walk away.

He notices the way that she is trying to avoid eye contact with him. The worry on his face grows when she answers him and he starts to feel uneasy. He follows her again and his voice becomes slightly tense as he asks, "Look at me, please. Can I ask you something?"

"No."

The answer upsets him a bit and he says, in a more stern tone than before, "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

"I do not want to.. go away."

He's a bit shocked as she speaks back to him like that and his tone gets a bit angry "Let me ask you the damn question and then I'll go away, do you understand?"

"No."

Once again his anger boils up as he gets really mad at her. His tone becomes loud and it feels like he could get violent again. "Then I'm not going anywhere, look into my eyes and tell me what's wrong with your hand, or else I'm not going anywhere."

"There is no problem with my hand! And it's not your business! So f*ck off!" I yell at him.

Upon hearing her words, he starts to get angry, the worried look turns into anger and rage. He pulls her close to him again and his voice also becomes louder than before "No I won't f*ck off. Your hand is still bleeding, let me see it!"

"Leave." I growled.

The word triggers him and his anger and rage intensify. He yells at her while pulling her back towards him "Don't you dare order me to leave, I'm not leaving until I see your f*cking hand!"

"I DON'T WANT TO SHOW YOU!" I yelled.

He screams right back at her now, he's completely lost it at this point "I DON'T CARE WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT, I WANT TO SEE YOUR HAND SO YOU'RE GONNA SHOW ME YOUR DAMN HAND."

"No."

Her refusing to show him her hand completely sets him off now and his anger really explodes. He grabs her wrist tightly as he shouts at her "I SAID SHOW me YOUR HAND!"

"You have no right to see it."

His entire body is shaking with anger and his grip gets tight. "I'M TELLING YOU ONE LAST TIME, SHOW ME YOUR DAMN HAND."

"No! I won't!" I said firmly.

"Then I'll make you do it." He says it in an angry tone and this time his actions speak louder than words.

He slowly pulls her wrist closer to him and his hand moves higher so that his grip will go closer towards the wound. She can tell from his tone and the way his body is shaking, that this time he means it, he will make her show him the cut.

She tries to pull her hand away but she fails since his grip is too strong. He again raises his hand towards her wound.

His hand gets even closer towards the wound and it is mere inches away from it now. His eyes are filled with rage and that same smirk appears on his face.

He finally gets so close that his hand is now touching her cut, she can feel the rough skin of his hands. She can feel his breath on her neck, his breath is hot and she can tell he is filled with a strong sense of anger and rage.

I closed my eyes in pain.

He notices that her eyes are closed and he takes a brief pause before saying, "I don't wanna do this either you know, I wanna see your damn hand and the cut, why are you being so stubborn? Why aren't you opening your eyes?"

"Then see it." I huffed and removed the cloth from my wound.

She removes the cloth and he immediately spots the cut. It's a deep cut that is still bleeding and it looks very painful to even touch it. Once he sees the cut he immediately pulls his hands away and stares at the wound in shock. He is genuinely worried at the sight of the cut on you, he's unable to process his emotions right now.

"Done? Now leave me."

Upon seeing her cut, he's starting to freak out a bit, not only because of her condition but because he's the one who caused it. He quickly gathers his wits about him and he looks at her for a few seconds before finally saying "Can I ask you something quick?"

"You did not cause it.. if you are asking that."

He feels a bit relieved when she says that he did not cause it... He's still concerned about her though. "Then who did it? Or are you going to tell me again that nobody did it?"

"Exactly nobody!"

This answer disappoints him more than before and his anger boils up again. He stares at her coldly, in his mind he thinks of the best possible way to get the truth out of her. "Don't you play these games with me, I just saw a deep cut on your hand. Someone did cause it, someone cut you. Tell me who did it, right now."

I ignore him and cover my wound again with the cloth.

He's still staring at you, he's very convinced that someone did hurt you, and the fact that you're not saying anything is driving him crazy. He grabs the cloth and quickly removes it so that he can take a look at your wound again.

"What are you doing?" I yell at him.

"I am taking a look at your freaking wound cause it's bleeding. Now stop yelling before I yell back at you." He inspects her wound carefully.

I stay still... visibly tired of fighting him.

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