20: Bipolar?

A V E L I N A

I found a beautiful peach apron in the kitchen and put it on, tying the strings around my waist.

I had already searched through the kitchen and found the ingredients to make a nice Chicken cacciatore. It was simple, and easy.

I had already gotten started on chopping the vegetables. I was so engrossed in what I was doing, I didn't hear someone enter the kitchen.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Enzo's harsh voice startled me, and I let out a gasp as I jumped.

I was sure I had almost lost a finger, because the knife almost slipped, and it was a good thing I managed to pull away. But it still managed to graze my finger and give it a cut.

I let out a hiss as blood came out of the wound. "Damn it." I cursed under my breath, looking down at my injured finger.

I heard Enzo curse and walk towards me, before taking my hand in his and pulling me towards the sink.

"What are you doing, Avelina? Why the fuck are you wearing an apron?" He asked as he held my finger under the tap,