Twenty-Three

I woke up to the sound of angry voices. I am naked, my side wrapped in a gauze stained with blood. The pain in my ankle had subsided, so I could move without difficulty. I throw the covers off me. The voices have gotten louder. I steady myself on my feet, feeling a little dizzy. The sun is rising just above the sky and so were their voices. I should be happy that they are fighting, but it's only giving me a migraine. I wobbled towards the door, holding my side. I can hear the sound of shattering glass. I want to go in and eavesdrop but I remember my nakedness. Sia might have seen me naked, but I don't think I want Anita seeing me in my birth suit. Glass shatters again.

"Why the fuck did you do that Anita? You nearly killed her!", Sia yells, glass shattering after he has spoken.

"And I would have if you hadn't intervened! Baby, stop throwing such expensive chinaware at me!", she shouts back.

Is Sia the one throwing the glass? And at Anita? Whew, he must be really mad.

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