The Sleeping Bastard

I knew I'd make him angry with my outburst, but I didn't give a shit at this point if he did or not. My heart nervously pounded, as he got off the bed.

He'd hit me.

I clenched my muscles, bracing myself for when he'd hit me for throwing a tantrum.

Ferrari walked straight towards the box of pizza, and surprisingly enough he crouched down and picked up the two slices that fell out of the box.

"Haa." He angrily sighed, raising a slice to his line of vision. "Coco," he called calmly to me, I didn't answer.

"Do you know the taste of blood and flesh?"

What the hell was he going on about now?

"I'm talking about Camille here, don't change the topic." I reminded him, tired of going back and forth.

Ignoring me, he went on to say while putting both slices back in the box. He stood up but didn't turn around, "It's not delicious."

"That's irrelevant to what I'm saying..."