Chapter Four – The Phoenix and the Witch, Part One
"Chris, what are you doing? Where are you going?" Bianca asked coming into the room.
"I am going away from you. I don't have a problem." Chris said putting his jacket on.
"Yes you do! You're not going anywhere." She said standing in the doorway.
"Bianca," He said walking infront of her, "Get out of my way."
"No, you have a
problem and I am not letting you leave until we discuss It."
"There is nothing to discuss!"
"Yes there is!"
"Uh, no their isn't!"
"God damnit Christopher, you were spun out on drugs this morning!"
"So you're gonna hold that against me for the rest of my life?"
"I might!"
"Bianca, move or I swear to god-"
"What you'll hit me?" Bianca said looking into his eyes. Chris had fury leaking through his eyes.
"Just move!" he gritted through his teeth.
"No!"
Something in Chris sparked a triggered in fury. He slapped Bianca, Bianca screamed as his hand struck her face. She put her hand on the cheek that he slapped. Tears came to her eyes, she looked at Chris like he was the Angel of Death to come and take her soul. She lowered her hand; Chris still had the same fury coming through his eyes. She turned her hands into fist and punched Chris so hard in the face that he was knocked back, and then he fell to the floor. Chris blinked his eyes; he touched his jaw, blood. He shook his head and slowly stood up.
"You aren't going anywhere!" Bianca snapped
Chris turned on her. He ran, but Bianca acted first, before he could grab her neck, she kicked him hard in the stomach, then as he bent over in the blow, she kneed him in the chest, and punched with her elbow into his back, and he again fell to the floor. He coughed. She looked at him.
"Chris we've been through this before, you can't win." She said with a sound of evil in her voice. She then walked over him and began to walk down the hall. She reached the top of the stairs. Chris looked up at her, the fury was back. He flung his hand, using his telekinetic powers. Bianca screamed as she was flung down the stairs.
Chris stood up, he sighed, he touched the part of his stomach where she kicked it. He lifted his shirt and saw a beige spot, which was going to turn black and blue. He sighed heavily and walk to the stairs. He saw Bianca on the base of the stairs laying on the ground, motionless. The railing at the bottom of the stairs was broken where Bianca's head hit. The railing laid in pieces on the floor. As Chris got the bottom, he saw a huge bloody gash on her head, a large cut on her arm and blood coming from her nose.
"You should have let me leave." He then walked over her body and left the house.
To be continued…
(Author's Note: Here is the next chapter. I apologize the chapters have been so short in the story, but it's how much I want to deliver to you guys at a time. But I've edited Chapters 5 & 6 and they're very lengthy. Anyway, San Diego is still boring…lol! Take care ya'll!)
