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“Do not yell at my little doll.”
“Fuck you!” my older brother barks back, spurring me to keep fighting for my freedom.
“Do not break her.”
The possession in Elias’s tone gives hope to the idea that we can make it past this. That he can forgive my moment of weakness for the people I’m finally beginning to understand don’t want what’s best for me but what they think will be best for them.
“Break her?!” Tomas chokes out a fake laugh. “You mean you don’t want me to damage your newest little fuck toy before you can kill her because she’s not fun to play with anymore?” My brother whips me behind him with so much careless force that my entire frame crashes against the doors. “I’ll repeat myself. Fuck. You. Asshole.”
“Leave.”
“Or what?!” His body makes the mistake of moving closer to the man I love. “What the fuck are you gonna do about it?”
In spite of my slightly disoriented state, I desperately watch my entire world fall apart in front of me. Elias remains calm. Collected. Precise with his words and his defensive actions. Tomas grows more violent. More belligerent. Even more careless with his movements. They scuffle around the small space near the elevator shattering crystal figurines and creating glass mountains of smashed vase pieces.
I struggle to rise to my feet while screeching at the top of my lungs, “Tomas please just get out of here!”
The sound of my voice seems to shake Elias out of his controlled strikes, which are clearly intended not to harm my family member so much as deescalate the situation. He delivers a vicious kidney strike that has my brother’s leaner frame crumpling to the side before shoving him out of his path on a grunted, “Go home, Tomas.” My boyfriend begins to stroll my direction, bare chest barely heaving more than it was when he was asleep just a few minutes ago. “I will not repeat myself.”
Relief from the fact he’s okay and that he’s left my brother breathing fills me simultaneously. I suck in a deep breath of gratitude and reach out for the man who’s reaching out for me; however, the sight in the corner of my eye has my hand extending towards my brother in a pleading nature.
“Zel,” Elias begins, gaze and voice much more tender than I deserve, “are you-”
“No!” I scream as I launch my body towards the unthinkable.
Tomas’s raised, knife-wielding hand is ruthlessly brought down. The first stab receives a gasp of surprise, yet the second and third cause grumbles of agony so severe they could shatter the windows. Elias drops to the ground, teeth gritted, eyes screwed shut with his hand still stretched out for me.
“Now, I’ll go home,” Tomas arrogantly sneers, pulling the knife from Elias’s back and stepping over him like he’s nothing more than another mess he’ll be having someone else clean up.
Paralyzed by disbelief and unprocessed grief makes it easy for my brother to drag me from where I’m standing and over to the elevator. The ding sound is heard again and becomes the jolt that my brain needs to come back to reality. Blood leaks from the wound staining his perfectly tan, sculpted skin a deep, betrayal red.
Both the girlfriend and the nurse inside of me try to propel my body towards him on a choked, “I have to-”
“Fucking prick,” Tomas gripes while yanking me to the back wall. “Should’ve stabbed his bitch ass again for that sucker punch.”
“I need to-”
“Probably got fucking glass in my leg.” He jams the elevator button with the butt of his knife. “Who the fuck has that much glass at their place?”
My efforts to get away from him remain steady, “Tomas-”
“You’re gonna have to fucking take care of this shit,” he motions the dripping tip towards the cuts above his brow. “I’m sure we’ve got a first aid kit at the house.”
“Tomas-”
The blood covered object lands on top of my exposed chest that the yellow robe is no longer covering. Despite knowing my brother would never hurt me like he did Elias, I cower in place. Let tears cloud my brown eyes over the coldness of the steel as much as having the crimson remains of the only man I’ll ever love be wiped callously across me. “Cover yourself up, baby sis. And be a little more fucking grateful that I just saved your life.”
