*Bren*
"Sit". She points to a kitchen chair and I go sit down, knowing that this isn't the time to start arguing with my wife. So instead I watch her go get the first aid kit.
She is searing right now, I can see it in her every move as she pulls out some antibacterial wipes. "Dahlia.. darling ..I..".
"Don't Bren, just.. don't". She cuts me off. I winch as she drags the wipe over the scratches on my chest. "Oh for f***s sake Bren there is a torn lodged in here".
When I see her grab the tweezers I kind of want to run away. But I stay still, watching her find the torn and pull it out. "Ouch... f**k".
"Why are you doing this Bren ?" Suddenly she doesn't seem angry anymore, more sad and upset. "Is it some kind of rebellion against suddenly being tied down with a wife and a kid, tryin
