when the red water comes out --

[jewels rayne haden]

Jewels’ amber eyes opened slowly. They were foggy from the night’s sleep, her head turned to the side table where her cell phone sat. A weary hand grabbed it to check the time. 8:12 am, What the fuck? Jewels sighed quietly and placed the phone back while she sat up. The female stretched then ran a hand through her hair before looking over her shoulder at Vitaly. Good to know some people can sleep. She thought to herself before straightening her tank top out while standing. Jewels made her way to the bathroom, still half asleep. She brushed her hair, teeth and relieved herself in seven minutes. Before leaving the bathroom, Jewels grabbed her bottle of Tylenol from the medicine cabinet and wandered out of the room.

She was hung over but felt no sickness, only a pounding headache. Jewels made her way through the house and into the kitchen to put a pot of coffee on. While in the process of filing the back of the machine with water, Jewels somehow managed to drop the pot. Glass shattered, water went everywhere and Jewels found herself barefoot in a sea of glass and plastic. ”Fuck!” There was no where to walk without getting cut so she grabbed the dish cloth from the counter and began picking up the shards carefully. Jewels fully expected Vitaly to come running into the kitchen at any moment, she was even surprised he wasn’t awake when she got up. ”Vitaly?” Jewels called out, in hopes that he would save her from the imminent blood shed. No answer, she cursed again.

”Fucking bastard is practically dead…” It was too late to stop herself from saying it, and now she regretted it completely. Whenever someone said the word her mind instantly went to Jason, and for some reason she pictured Jason in her bed, where Vitaly was. Stop doing that! She cursed at herself and closed her eyes for a second. Jewels took a few steps forward, completely forgetting about the broken pot, and then screamed. ”Fucking son-of-a-bitch, cock sucking mother fucker.” She’d hopped her way to a stool and sat, gazing through teary eyes at the damage. Red covered her feet and she couldn’t see any of the glass that protruded from them. ”Holy fucking mother of shit.” She cursed under and over her breath and squeezed her eyes shut at the pain.

”Get the fuck out here!” She screamed for Vitaly again, hoping the night before didn’t cloud his mind too much. If she was still half asleep before the coffee pot breaking, she sure the hell was awake now.

[vitaly mikhail andreev]

Things had changed for Vitaly recently. Some simple little things that no one really cares about, some were things that were important and life changing. One thing that had changed was that Vitaly started to drink a little more often, not a big deal for a young guy, but when he drank too much it was a big deal; he was out cold for hours after. He had a great drinking partner, this guy; he was a pretty well known man, Jason Levito. Wait. That had been the biggest change he experienced recently. Jason had died, and now his drinking partner was just the bottle, and on occasion, his girl friend… thing. Calling any woman his girlfriend wasn’t something Vitaly liked to do because he was the kind of guy that tended to mess up relationships; therefore, he avoided them all together.

The night before Vitaly met his best buddy, a bottle of Vodka, and within three hours, he was passed out on the bed. What he remembered from the night before was very vague and had something to do with being in a bad mood, which was cured by one of his most precious friends, ethanol. People will tell you it’s addictive to drink alcohol, but Vitaly would tell people that it was just comforting. It was a friend that never died, never stabbed you in the back, never yelled at you, never declared love for you but was always there for you. The best kind of friend he called it. He slept like a rock, which was something unusual for him because Vitaly Mikhail Andreev was not a man that slept like a rock. Often he was always alert, never able to get a good night sleep because he constantly worried that he would have to run in the middle of the night.

The sound of a woman’s voice yelling in the distance began pulling the man from his near comatose state and he rose from on the bed. Sitting up, his hands flying to cover his eyes from the sunlight that danced through the blinds into his bedroom, he flung his legs over the side of the bed and groggily stood up. “The fuck is wrong with you?” Vitaly yelled back, emerging from the room and following the voice until his eyes, clouded and blurry landed upon Jewels. He walked towards her, sleep edging off of every single movement that he made. He tried to examine her, trying to figure out why the hell she would be yelling for him. Then he noticed her feet, covered in red and he frowned. “Did you break the vodka!?” He blurted out a lot louder than he meant to, and also a lot angrier than he meant. His accent along with the half yelled words made him seem much more angry than he meant to give off, yet he didn't back down from that angry stance.

[jewels rayne haden]

”Just get the fuck out here, god fucking dammit.” Jewels yelled a reply when she finally heard him call out. Jewels held her foot on her knee and was holding the ankle with all of her strength. She didn’t want to bleed out, hell she didn’t even want to lose any blood. There was no stopping it though, there was already a puddle and a few foot prints on the floor. ”Fucking christ.” She felt her eyes start to water but bit the tears back and squeezed a little harder. Stopping blood flow was definitely not as easy as they made it seem in the movies. She cursed Hollywood, now, and their misinformative ways and promised herself she’d never watch another film again if somehow the blood stopped.

”Holy fucking shit. Veet get this shit out of me.” She screamed again only to see him standing closer to her now. ”Please, just… Ugh.” She pressed on her foot with all her weight and a tear fell from her eye. Did you break the vodka! Jewels’ head swarmed and she screamed again, this time at his stupidity. ”No you fucking jack ass. It’s the motherfucking coffee pot.” She looked at his face and anger swept over the thought of tears and she looked around and saw a fork on the island and picked it up.

”Get the fucking glass out of my foot, NOW!” The last word was emphasized by the hurling fork that had been aimed at his head and she broke now. She was getting paler by the second, and he simply stood there, looking angry at her. ”Stop fucking staring. Fuck! Jewels’ eyes squeezed shut and she blacked out for just a moment, when she came around again he was still standing there looking like an oaf. ”DO SOMETHING!” Her voice was becoming husky and rough, she didn’t know how long she could sit there yelling at him to do something, hell she didn’t even know how long she could be sitting there conscious. The puddle had began creeping towards Vitaly’s bare feet.

[vitaly mikhail andreev]

As Jewels demanded he get the glass out of her foot Vitaly stared at her dumb eyed and confused. He pressed his lips together firmly and began shaking his head. When she threw a fork at him he stared at her, jaw dropped eyes narrowed and his expression dangerous. He went after the fork which missed him quite a bit, she must have hit a damn artery or something because she was bleeding out and missed him by a long shot. “Don’t you fucking throw your goddamn forks at me you stupid fucking woman.” Vitaly growled his voice low as he approached her. He slammed the fork on the countertop and proceeded to walk into the kitchen. Walking carefully around the broken glass, his eyes searching for any piece that could possibly penetrate his skin as he searched for the tweezers, once he found them he returned to where Jewels sat, his expression still stern and angry.

“Don’t see how the fuck you can get this goddamn messy. Could you fucking look before you step, or hell why not just fucking try holding something rather than dropping it all over the goddamn floor? Fuck!” His voice was louder than necessary and much angrier also. He reached over the counter and grabbed a roll of tissues, pulling two off and folding them over each other placing them on the counter. “Let me see it.” He snapped at her. Looking at her foot he frowned again and sighed, muttering in Russian to himself as he started to ease the glass out of her foot. He placed each piece of glass on the tissues and when he removed the last one he instructed her to wait for just a moment. He went back around the broken glass and into the pantry where he retrieved gauze. He was silent as he approached her for the second time. Wrapping the gauze around her foot in silence, the stern look never once letting up from his face.

“Why the hell don’t you try to be careful, Jewels?” Vitaly asked walking to the pantry to put the gauze away and to get the broom and dustpan. He cleaned the glass off of the floor double bagging it in plastic shopping backs before throwing it into the trashcan. He grabbed the tissue with the bloody glass pieces and threw those out as well and finished cleaning by wiping the water from the ground. He grabbed a glass and filled it with ice water, setting it down before Jewels. “Drink some.” He ordered. “It will make you feel less light headed.”