So sad...
Rembering all the times John and I had gone through, all the pain we had suffered together, and, the 1 bliss he received turned into a curse. The 4 years I had left him he had found love, but, was it true love or a simple fling. I watched the electric jug vibrate more as hot water started sprouting out. I imagined myself flinging it at her, but regained my senses when hot water droplets touched my fingers. Recoiling from the shock, I laughed at my reflection in the oak and glass cabinets. I don't know how long I laughed, but I just held the kitchen work table and laughed. John grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
"Mira-Dee get a hold of yourself",... "Vivi get ice", screamed John.
I watched John as he scowled, continuing to shake me than grabbing the ice from Vivi he poured it down my mouth. Choking from the ice, plus an incredible brain freeze I managed to stop and focus on my surroundings.
I had relized during my craze state I had poured hot water on my left arm, Vivi screamed and called John who had left the television on and flew down the stairs. I remember how ice was one of my weaknesses and that my gang nickname was Crazy Fire.
"It's safe now, I'll go help her change," spoke John to a shivering Vivi in the corner of my kitchen, she nodded and then slumped to the floor as tears flooded down her cheeks. He lead me up the stairs to my room and into the shower.
Cold water flowed down my hair and onto my clothes, I stood there dum struck, in awe of how red my caramel skin turned. Gently John took of my t-shirt, not bothering to care as he stared at another woman's body, until he touched my back. I recoiled at the wall and grabbed the towel he placed on his left shoulder.
"I can do the rest," I screamed. "Dee your back," he spoke with wide eyes and tears streaming down his cheeks. "Get out,"! I screamed over and over until I could only hear the shower of cold water.
I stayed in the shower for God knows how long, I guess maybe when my legs went numb and had started to shiver. I changed into clean clothes to find my bedroom cleared of my mess and clean bed sheets spread across. I crawled into bed and pulled the duvet and covered my face. As I began to fall sleep, a hand pulled the duvet down and smiled at me. Then he lay on top of me with only the duvet separating us. Miles that bastared cousin of mine, he gently kissed my nose and smiled, pulling my hair and twisting it around his finger.
"Your hair is as beautiful as always, my beautiful gal," he smiled cheekily on top of me. I pulled the duvet and kicked, which flung him off my bed and onto the floor. I stood up and pulled his collar, but trying to lift him up was difficult with my burnt arm, I winced at the pain and sat on the edge of bed.
"Mira what happened, " spoke Miles alarmed by the burn on my arm. "Get the fuck out of my house Miles," I said pointing at my bedroom door with my right arm.
His eyes followed my fingers and looked back at my, left arm. He raised his hands above his head as if surrendering and moved towards the door, then abruptly stopped.
"I promise I will leave if you will allow me to treat your arm," he spoke, still with his arms raised. I nodded in agreement, he ran into my office which was my old room and came back holding the emergency kit. He grabbed a bottle of water that was left in the mini fridge close to the Television in the sitting room and held sleeping pills.
"I am not taking that and you know it,"... "but if I dress it, it will be painful, "... "then you take it, if I feel the pain than fuck it," I scowled. Nodding he placed a cooling gel and gently covered it in gauze. "Why would a beautiful girl like you get a dragon tattoo on your arm, it spoils your beauty, not to mention this weird bird on your wrist," he whispered wrapping the bandage over the gauze. I bit my pillow, and tried my best not to scream.
He pinned the bandage and lifted me further into the middle of my bed and lay next to me...