Surviving Chaos

DEEP CUTS

CHAPTER - 5

The shutters lifted up, giving way for me to get in the garage. The instant I parked my car, the backseat door opened and he got out grunting.

Sighing, I went to his side and tugged at the arm resting on the trunk, supporting his weight. I hauled his hand to my shoulders, making him lean on me and from the stubborn tilt of his jaw, I knew he was about to refuse my help.

Pride, I tell ya.

Not bothering to listen, I dragged him ahead, killing all his protests.

"You're rich, lady," he whistled, seconds later, glancing at the house, as though he had never been here.

Also,

"Stop talking, like you aren't."

His parents were extremely well off and, so were mine.

"You know Liss, usually, people enter through the front door unless they're burglars," he said, as we trailed to the back of the villa.

"Do you wanna wake Sicilly up?"

He mumbled out a no.

"I thought so."

Drawing aside the climbers, that clung to the pale wall, I pushed in the slightly bulged out pale button hidden underneath it.

Instantly, the walls pulled apart revealing a long and broad glass case, big enough for a few people to fit in.

"Woah," ignoring his awe, I typed the passcode and dragged inside his blood dripping body.

Rarely, any of our staff came here so I was the only that cleaned this area and I already did it this weekend. No way, was I going to crack my back again because of this piece of poop.

"You're definitely gonna mop the floor later," I said scowling.

He shook his head chuckling, lowly.

As the elevator closed, I pressed the key with B written on it.

"How much do you eat man?"with more of his weight put on me, I realised his shirt had grown damper and bloodier.

Sending the lift back down once we reached my room, I laid him on the bed and rushed inside the bathroom to get the first-aid kit and some wet wipes.

He was leaning on the bed rest, when I got back.

"Don't move," I told him as I took the scissors from the kit.

My lips tugged up into a grin knowing that he was not gonna like what I was about to do. Not even 0.01 percent.

His big grew eyes grew larger when he understood why I was showing him my wonderfully white advertisable teeth.

"A big fucking NO!"

The only reaction he got was more blinding teeth.

"Bro, the T-shirt is branded," he whined.

"And completely useless," I said with a cheeky smile.

The blood stains were hard to remove and there was no guarantee if they would vanish after dry cleaning, so buying a new one was much better.

"Can't I just pull it over my head"

"Sure, go for it," I yawned.

Lifting it halfway, he yelped, dropped it down and repeated the process approximately five more times before cursing and doing it again.

I just hoped he'd realise that in order to wear clothes, he needed to have a living body which in the given case didn't squirt out blood like it was cranberry juice.