Redemption

Chapter Three

                “He couldn’t have killed me,” Darius said. “He just got lucky enough to catch me off guard to even get me with a knife.”

                “What if he got lucky and killed you?”

                “I wouldn’t let someone like that kill me,” he grumbled. He knew that her ex was an asshole, but when he actually met the man, he quickly realized that calling him an asshole was an insult to actual assholes. Darius had called him a twat, as that was the only word that seemed to fit him.

                “I’m so sorry you got hurt.”

                “Not your fault,” Darius replied. “Hey, I think the bleeding’s stopped.”

                Slowly, she lifted the towel up and looked at the cut. As Darius thought, he was no longer bleeding. She tossed the bloody towel on the table and picked up a clean one. She went into the kitchen and wet it before gently wiping away the blood on his arm. Once his arm was clear of dried blood, she opened up the first aid kit and pulled out a small spray bottle. She pointed it at his cut and started to spray.

                “That stings!” Darius said, flinching away from the spray.

                “Don’t be such a baby,” Wynter said. “And don’t move or you’ll start bleeding all over again. How is getting cut with a knife no big deal, but suddenly, a little antiseptic spray and you’re all ready to curl up in the fetal position and surrender?”

                “Knives don’t really sting,” Darius mumbled as she resumed spraying his cut.

                “You’re crazy,” Wynter said. She put the bottle away and pulled out some bandages and wrapped his arm up.

                “Thanks,” he said as he started to get up.

                “Sit down,” Wynter ordered. “I don’t want you to start bleeding all over again. I’ll clean this mess up.”

                “I’ll take care of it,” Darius objected. “You don’t have to.”

                “By the time you’re ready to move, it’ll be near impossible to get the stain out. And knowing you, you won’t get around to it for another month. I’ll do it and save you the trouble of having to go and get new towels.”

                “Just throw it in the bathtub,” Darius said.

                “And let it sit there for a month?”

                “I’ll throw it in the washing machine later.”

                “Yeah, a month later.”

Darius realized he wasn’t going to win the argument and let Wynter take all the bloody laundry to the washing machine down on her floor. Once she had left, Darius remembered that he easily could have telekinetically lifted it out of her reach and gotten his way, but for some reason, the thought just didn’t occur to him until it was already to late.

“Thank you,” Wynter said when she had finished with the laundry. She sat down next to him and gave him a hug.

“For letting you do the laundry?” Darius asked, a little confused.

“No dummy,” she said with a smile. “For talking to Trent. I didn’t want you to get involved but I really appreciate it. Do you think he’s going to leave me alone now?”