Breakable
By: Fisher
*Every time you throw her to the floor,
why are you surprised to see,
she�s breakable.*
When I found her, there was just so much blood. I wasn�t sure what to do first. I decided on trying to find where she was bleeding from and stop it. I grabbed Vince�s dishtowel and searched her body for the sight of the blood flow. I found the gash on the right side of her belly, just above her hip. It was pretty deep, and I was already covered in her blood. I pressed the towel against her as I cradled her limp body against my chest.
�I�m too late� I thought frantically, �I should have come back sooner, I�m too late.� I started to try and wake her up. �Letty!� I screamed at her �Letty wake up! Wake up god damn it!� I shook her lifeless body violently not wanting to admit what I thought was true. She was dead, and I was too late to save her. I wiped the blood from her face with the back of my hand, and pushed blood soaked hair out of her eyes.
�Why is she bleeding� I wondered. I looked around for a sign of a struggle or anything, I found nothing until I looked behind her and saw a butcher knife drenched in blood. I wasn�t sure why it was there, but I didn�t think I wanted to find out. All I cared about at that moment was making Letty wake up. I shook her violently again and it seemed like she was starting to come around. �Letty?� I asked hopefully.
�Dom?� she questioned. It was like she didn�t know where she was, or what was going on. �Dom where am I?�
�Letty, oh thank God baby.� I grabbed her as tightly as I could and wouldn�t let go.
�Dom! Dom! Dominic it hurts!� she screamed at me. So I let up a bit. I picked her up off Vince�s kitchen floor and took her to the sofa, the dishrag at her side was already soaked so I ran into the bathroom and got a real towel. I wrapped it around her waist and moved her so she looked semi-comfortable on the couch. �Hey you know if Vince keeps any first aid stuff around here?� I asked her.
�Master Bathroom.� She heaved, as if she was struggling for air. �Under the sink.� Her voice was scratchy and she was speaking barely above a whisper.
I found his first aid kit, if you could call it that, it was a pathetic excuse for a first aid kit, but it had bandages. I wrapped her entire stomach all the way around her waist. It slowed the bleeding a lot. She could talk almost normally again anyway, which I took as I good sign. Eventually I could tell the bleeding had stopped because the red spot on her side didn�t get any bigger after awhile.
She didn�t really say anything for a while. I think it was because she was remembering what happened in Mexico. When she did speak though it wasn�t nice, it was accusatory. �How many?� She asked quietly.
�How many what?� I was puzzled.
�How many girls.�
�Oh.� I knew what she was talking about now. I wasn�t sure whether to tell her the truth or lie, and tell her only that whore in Mexico. �Um.�
�And don�t lie to me either. I got a visit from Tran�s cousin, so don�t you dare lie to me.�
�Shit� I thought. �I�m screwed� either way I was screwed, so I figured I just tell her the truth. �Four�
�Mother fucker. How could you do this to me Dom? I never cheated, not once! I respect you, I love you. I don�t know how you do this.�
�Letty I love you too.� He pleaded with her.
�No you don�t! You don�t hurt someone you love, and you certainly don�t cheat on them!�
�Letty who cut you up?� he asked her.
�Oh you�ve got to be fucking kidding me. You really think someone did this to me?�
�How else could this have happened?� I asked confused.
