I'm So Done

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"Abel, was it?" I got out through clenched teeth, trying to turn my body towards him without hurting my wrist but failed and remained in that position.

"I'm not really fit for a chat at the moment, so if you don't mind, I'd like to be left alone." I say sarcastically, my inner bitch coming out.

I really don't have time for him and really don't feel like chatting.

Now I know how Dante felt that night. Only that he was stabbed.

"What happened principessa?" He said sweetly, crouching to my level.

"Man, I really don't want to see any of you lot right now. And stop with the pet names already." I spit out angry, being done with all this shit.

I never asked for this.

"Hele-"

"Abel, it's called 'fuck off' and it's located very very far away from me. So if you didn't get the hint yet, I don't want to talk to you right now". I felt that I was being a bitch and that he might be just trying to help, but I didn't give a shit to be honest.

I was in pain and my brain couldn't deal with people right now.

Abel got the hint ,got up and left, but came right back with a dish towel which he ripped and made a makeshift bandage.

He took my hand and ignored me when I hissed at his touch.

" It's ok Elena you're gonna be ok " he kept telling me, as if it was supposed to make me feel better.

He warped my hand in the cloth and put it back into the ice sandwich.

"It's not good if your skin directly touches the ice. I'm going to call our doctor. Stay here." He said, getting up.

"Don't bother. Someone is already coming." I said, digging my nails in my healthy hand, my wrist hurting again from the movement.

He wasn't convinced, but then we heard loud thuds approaching.

That must me the ever so gracious Jeremy, with his oh so silent footsteps. And me who thought gays were supposed to be gracious and delicate.

"Helen? Helen!" He exclaimed as soon as he saw me on the floor, shivering slightly form the cold.

"You!" Jeremy turned an accusatory glare to Abel,putting himself between us, ready to break his jaw at any wrong movement.

"He's ok Jeremy. He helped me." I said, trying to get his attention.

He dismissed Abel and threw himself down beside me and I gestured to my wrist, then he started tending to it.

"He's one of them. Are you sure he didn't do anything to you?" He whispered, looking me in the eyes.

"Yeah I'm su- be gentle for fuck's sake!" I say, Jeremy's probing making me yell.

"That's it I don't care that they're the Damiano family or whatever they might be. They hurt my best friend, they die." He said, getting out stuff from the first aid kit he brought with him.

"But knowing that you won't let me kill them, I'm at least going to throw them out. Damn them! Which one was it?" He asked, unwrapping the cloth Abel put on.

"The one and only, big bad Dante Damiano,who else?" I chuckle sarcastically, then hiss from a jolt of pain that traveled up my arm.

I'm so done.

"Dante? That's impossible! He wouldn't ever touch a woman violently!" Abel interfered, seeming outraged.

I almost forgot he was around.

"Think what you want, but with a little provocation and a couple of drinks, his morals slip quite easily" I break it to him, looking away from the bruise, as it looked like one of my purple sweaters.

Deep purple that faded into red and pink, just that this one also had bits of green and blue mixed in.

I shivered a little bit from the cold, a little bit from the thought of a broken wrist.

"Jer." I break him out of his concentration and he stops his hands, looking at me expectantly.

"Please tell me it isn't broken."

"It isn't, but it'll be useless for at least 2 weeks" he said bitterly, cursing himself, Dante & Co. and everyone in particular under his breath.

Abel ran out with an angry and determined look on his face.

Let's hope he doesn't do anything foolish.

Jeremy grabs me by my armpits and gets me on my own feet, saying something about getting out of this cold, but I couldn't hear clearly as my ears plugged themselves from the blood rushing to my head.

Oh. I so hate this.

When we got out, questioning looks followed us, but no one stopped us for an explanation.

Men were running everywhere, Dante's men to be more precise. I could care less to be honest.

I just wanted to drink a hot cup of tea and sleep.

But that had to wait as someone stopped in front of us, making Jeremy stop his walk to the parking lot.

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