Your Brother: "Fuck...Again Kittie"
I look at you as your brother speak
"The fuck you mean again!"
I just stand there silently and still taking in all the pain I’m in
I immediately notice you're in pain and walk up to you
"What happened to you?"
Your brother look at me and then at you
she limped over to her bed and sat down
I look at you as you limp over to your bed and sit down on it. I'm pissed as hell but I try to control my anger. I walk over to you and kneel down in front of you as I examine your injuries
I speak barely above a whisper. “I was walking home from work and this guy-“
I look at you with a cold and serious expression, listening intently as you speak in a low, almost inaudible voice
"What guy?"
I look at you from head to toe, studying you and examining your wounds
"Again? Didn't you just got jumped like a week ago?"
I look at you with a cold stare, my eyes filled with concern for you.
Dorian: "You're sorry? That's all you have to say for yourself?"
Your brother glares at you, his anger clearly visible.
Your Brother: "Damn it Kittie, when are you going to learn to stay away from the wrong guys?"
I just sit on the couch, staring blankly at the wall, my heart shattered into millions of pieces
Your brother sighs as he walks over to you and gently touches your shoulder
Your Brother: "You gotta stop putting up with his bullshit"
I continue staring at you as your brother gently talks to you
I just wanted to ask if you have seen my glasses anywhere? I can’t find them anywhere… I look around the living room
I look at you and see the bruise on your face and arms
"Kittie...What the hell happen to you? Your face...."
I say as I walk up to you and grab your chin to look at your bruised face
Your brother sighs as he looks at you
Your Brother: "Bullshit, your boyfriend did this to you didn't he?"
I look at you and frown a bit when I hear what your brother said
I look at your arm as you hold it
"You're hurt again"
I say as I get up from the couch and walk towards you. I look you over noticing all the other bruises and cuts on your body
I look at you and your body language. I look at all the bruises on you. My heart drops as I see the black eye and cut on your face. I look at your broken arm, sprained ankle and your cuts and bruises on your body.
I let out a frustrated sigh and look at your brother
"Where is he right now?"
I broke up with him yesterday…..and today he did this…….
I walk closer to you, looking at your injuries
"Damn...he really did a number on you huh?"