Khan and I always expressed our feelings without restraint; ever. Since we had gotten together, we shared our thoughts and opinions freely. Of course, we sometimes got very mad at each other. Because Khan was injected and more 'beast-like' as he put it, things got a little scary. I'd never say Khan was a beast but he did get aggressive and physical in our disputes.
"Khan," I called out. I leaned against the counter, closing my eyes. "Khan!"
"Yeah?" he shouted back.
"Can you get over here?" I asked, keeping my voice light. I wanted to surprise him, sadistically speaking.
"Why?"
"Just come here?"
"I'm busy!"
"Khan, come here!" I heard the sound of Khan jumping to his feet, the chair hitting against the desk. I couldn't hear his footprints but I'm sure they were heavy.
"What?" he snapped, standing beside me. I pointed to the sink and he groaned loudly, bending forward and rubbing his head.
"You leave your stupid dirty dishes in the sink every time! And it just dries and it's so hard to wash out-"
"Who cares? Honestly?!" I continued rambling, my anger building up while Khan kept repeated his same ignorance as 'Who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares'.
"Khan, seriously!" I screamed, shoving him. He barely moved, but eyes stayed wide eyed on me. I instantly regretted hitting him.
"Now, why'd you do that? Why'd you have to push me?" he said loudly.
"Cause you're not listening and I've told you a thousand times!" I shoved him again.
"You know what?" he spat, getting all up in my face.
"What?" I egged him on.
"Fight me."
"What?"
"Right now, let's go," Khan bellowed, pushing me tauntingly. "Come on! Few seconds ago you were all ready and wanting to hit me. So, come on. Hit me."
"I'm not hitting you," I said quietly, feeling foolish.
"Oh, you're backing out now?" Khan pushed me gently again. "Huh? Let's fight. I want to. Push me."
"I said no."
"Push me, dammit!" I pushed hit, not using all my strength, but hopefully enough to get him off my back.
"There."
"No way, that was nothing. I know you're stronger than that, come on, Mae, hit me."
"This is childish, Khan. I'm not playing your stupid little game, alright? Get out of my way." I walked right into him and he laughed. I could hear the hostility in his voice.
"Hit me, right here." He patted his cheek, smiling. "Hit me."
"No!"
"Hit me!"
"No!"
"Hit me!" I grabbed a hold of the collar of his shirt and rammed my fist into the middle of the his left cheek. I cracked a knuckle and brought my fist back instinctively, holding it against myself to reduce the pain. Khan laughed and I grew more frightened.
"Wow, that really hurt," he mocked. "My turn."
My hairs went on edge and I stumbled backwards. Khan quickly caught me by my collar, just as I had done to him. He wasn't smiling anymore. Before I could move or do anything, his hand came swinging and things went black.
