''Trash!''
Xanus yelled for the fourth time that day. Lana winced at the whip of his voice, lashing into her ego.
''I thought I told you to stay inside! Somebody could've seen you! Somebody could have..'' The male trailed off and roared once more, as if the very thought angered him.
Cupping the edge of a coffee table, he heaved and tossed it over violently and withno direct aim, it was sent flying into the couch, with a loud clatter.
Lana felt like her presence was small, like she was simply a ant, in a vast room. But alas it was not so, all his anger was directed at her, and it scared her.
She played with the sleeves of her sweater, the tingling sensation that danced on her finger tips made her squirm lightly. The males eyes darted to her physique and studied her cautious nature.
He strode, over to her. Big steps, so big that it took only 4 steps in order for him to reach her form. Large hands, pressed agaisn't the wall behind her, and caged her in. She felt trapped, like a bee in the trap of a spiders web,
Struggling was useless.
Fingers, nimble and agile, moved to wrap around her forearm, and wrenched it from her back in such rough manner, that it made her wince in discomfort.
The height of which he held her arm, made her sleeves, unrestrained due to the illfitting size of her sweater, slump to her elbows and revealed her rather heinous bruises along the nape of her wrists and shoulders.
It appeared as if someone had dug their nails into her bare skin.
''Who did this...'' Xanus muttered, barely above a whisper. His voice was bitter, and seemed involuntary as if each word he was compelled to say hurt him.
''U-Um..'' She whispered, her voice hoarse and her throat dry. Her attempts to fabricate a lie seemed redundant. Her fear had engulfed the confidence she usually had, and his anger blew away what little remained.
Abrupt movement shook her out of her daze, and she felt a sharp stinging in her cheek. Being struck across the face with the back of his hand was null to her. His words dug deeper than any mild physical abuse he gave.
Her cheek felt numb, the pain a climax to his anger, as he proceeded to march out.
But we're getting ahead of ourselves.
Lets start from the beginning, where it all began, shall we?