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Chapter 54: Jeremy Chen

 The notion of seeing red was not even close to comparing what I felt the moment I saw some saggy piece of crumpled cardboard cup Callums jaw.

It took a moment for me to register into a state of mind where I was no longer in a haze. Instead I could actually take in air instead of the gasps erupting from other people.

Being a violent person was never something I branched myself into, I had vices and I never took my anger out unless I was in a scenario like fighting rings.

Never in a billion years would I strike unprovoked, well before when there was an opportunity to take my anger out.

Now, I was hurting people like it was second nature.

My gaze fell down to my hands that had remained limp on my lap. Tremors shot through them and specks of the man's blood mesh with the pale colour of my skin.

Grinding my teeth together as my mind makes it appear that my entire hand is stained in blood. That you could not see an inch of my own skin, just blood.

Not a clue to how I arrived here, sitting in Callums luxurious car as we remained in the parking garage of the penthouses building, neither of us had spoken a word the entire drive or even after he killed the engine.

Making no move to even leave the car.

My body feels lethargic as I stare off into oblivion, the registering of my actions finally commence and I run a hand over my face.

Callum stares ahead just like me, a vein protrudes on his neck while his fingers drum against the wheel.

Seeing this version of him is unnerving, normally he has an expression on his face that carries no depth whatsoever. Like you would go mad if you tried long enough to decipher what he was thinking.

Now however? He was wearing his emotions on his sleeve.

Personally, I assumed he was ready to throw a snide remark back at my face not caring the slightest for the repercussion.

Hell I was expecting him to just walk away the moment I broke that idiot's jaw. 

Yet, he stooped so low and used himself as collateral.

Turning my head over to him, the silence was finally wearing thin on my emotions which was a first for me. "If you ever threaten me with your sobriety again then I swear to God Callum-."

"What." He huffs out in a patronizing chuckle while his weary eyes turn to meet mine. "Are you going to break my nose like that other guy?"

My entire body goes rigid, and every word on my tongue dies down. A tremor shoots through my veins like it was injected there forcefully to ruin my life.

In shame, my head falls and I feel my chest grow tighter by the second.

He seems to notice, and the asshole expression on his face has little change. However the abrupt movement of his body catches me in surprise as he sits up straighter and furrows his brows. "What?"

My gaze lands on the memory of my fist against his lip, the visible injury of the busted pillowy skin stands out to me like the moon.

Feeling my hand twitch with the need to run my finger over it and ask if it is okay.

No, if I touched him more I would just end up hurting him more.

I was a bull in a china shop.

The notion that I was capable of hurting him, that I was not hesitant to drive my fist in his face. It tears me apart.