I was sleep. A dreamless sleep, well not totally dreamless, the dreams just didn't include what I really wanted to dream about. I was awoken at 3 in three morning to a pounding on my apartment door.

The intruding noise pulled me from my sadly uneventful sleep. I rolled over in my queen bed keeping my warm covers around my body. I look at the clock and swear loudly. I get out of bed, out of the warm and I trudge toward the sound of pounding getting louder and louder.

Groggy and irritated I fling the door open without even looking at the peephole to see who it was. I yawn and it obstructs my vision as I yell, "What the hell do you want!?"

My eyes adjust and I see a face of someone whom I hadn't seen in a very long time. He looked a little taken aback and I assume it was because I yelled at him. I open the door wider and I move towards it, a gesture for him to get out of the cold hallway.

He complies and I close and lock the door. I walk over to the fridge and I grab a beer. I'm fully awake now and I take in his appearance he's 6'3 now, bald as always and he has the same muscular tone as he always has. He's wearing goggles but then again they're sensitive to bright light so he would be wearing them, one would have though he would have gotten some dark glasses or something to change it up.

I pop open the beer and I dim the lights. He wanders into the living room and sits down taking in my cleanliness of my apartment and the various pictures and aesthetics I have around.

I move into the living room as he removes his goggles. He watches me as I move to the seat furthest away from the couch, sipping my beer along the way. I sit down the same way as always one leg beneath me and the other pulled up to my chest. We sit in silence because I'll be damned if I speak first.

He finally says slyly, "This is a nice apartment Amanda."

My eyes are probably piercing daggers when I look at him and I mumble, "Thanks."

Silence creeps up again. Uncomfortable silence as one would expect from him. I feel anger and hurt bubbling up inside of me. I quell it with the beer but the beer is starting to lose it's effectiveness. I down the rest and I slam it down onto the bar behind me. Showing my evident frustration, as if he couldn't smell it already, the asshole.

I blink Very bad move. I open my eyes to see his orbs staring into my hazel ones. His hands are on each side of my chair effectively trapping me beneath him and in the same second his lips are lighting mine on fire, I feel the clenching of my stomach as desire rushes through me but I throw it aside as I push him off of me.

I really must have caught him off guard because he fell thundering to the floor. I bolted upright and moved toward the kitchen, he grabbed my ankle and held me in place. I tried to turn to kick him and he grabbed my foot and totally off balance he pulls me to the floor next to him. He moves his hand over my abdomen blocking my attempt to get up. I struggle with his arm he's rolls onto me effectively pinning my legs to the floor by sitting on them and he grabs both of my arms and pins them above my head.

He moves his head dangerously close to mine. I turn my head away from him, anger coursing through, not fear. As much of an asshole he is he would never physically harm me, but mentally that's a whole different fucking ballpark.

I struggle against his hold trying to find some type of weakness in his hold that I can exploit but I see nothing, I'm not going anywhere until he lets me. I turn my head and I look into his eyes, those eyes that used to captivate me and hitch my breath were still as sexy as I remember.

"I missed you Amanda." His breath was husky and infuriated me even further.

"Fuck you Riddick, get OFF of me." I growl.

He laughs huskily. "That's no way to speak to someone when you're asking them for something, you know that Manda."

I growl, "It is when they're you and my name is Amanda, asshole only people I care about can call me Manda, and imagine that, I don't give a shit about you."

He looked a little shocked but shook it off. "I'll get off you as long as you don't fight me, if you do we'll be right back into this situation and I might not be so nice next time Manda." He whispered the last line into my ear as if it were a secret and released me.

I sprang up and headed into the kitchen, I had hid a shiv on the roof of the fridge, just in case. I reached for it and grabbed it and a beer. He was standing beside me when I closed the fridge. He turned and slammed my body against the fridge, wrenching the shiv out of hand and throwing it into the ceiling out of reach.

"I taught you that one, remember that one Manda?" He smiled. He had me pinned against the fridge like he promised. Taking all control I had of the situation. He had my hands above my head, again. He moved both of my hands into his with a vice grip on my wrists and just as I was getting ready to drop the beer he grabbed it and drank it, easily keeping my squirming body pinned.

"Riddick, you fucking asshole, you actually came back and expected things to be exactly the way they were before you left. Are you really the stupid? You better keep a strong hold on me because I swear if you left me go I'm going kick you're balls into your brain. You actually had the nerve to come back here. Un-fucking-believable. Truly a feat that you—"

Riddick's lips were on mine again, taking advantage of the fact that my mouth was open he darted his tongue into my mouth and searching my mouth hungrily and I reacted before I could stop myself. I fought his tongue as he kissed me roughly. I met him at every turn. Hearing a low moan issue from my mouth is what snaps me back to reality.

I open my eyes and push him out of my mouth biting his lower lip, tasting the copper. He pulls back and I lick my lips with an evil grin across my face, my eyes sparking electricity.

"Hmmm…" He sucks the blood from his lip.

"I told you my name is Amanda, Riddick."

"Well, Manda that's not the first time you've drawn my blood." He puts the beer down above me. "I could draw yours right now, but I want to work for it. No shivs, no blasters, just us. You threatened my balls lets see if you have the balls to go through with it."

He was staring straight into my eyes. "If I win you leave and you never come back."

"We both know how much you want me to be here so that's a really stupid agreement, but I'll bite." He loosened his grip on my wrists that are definitely going to be bruised tomorrow. He lets my body go and empties all of his shivs onto the counter and moves into the living room.

I follow behind him and he turns around and catches me off guard, hitting me in my jaw, splitting my lip. I stumble backwards but I keep my balance blocking his next punches. I charge toward him, throwing punches to his stomach and face. He blocks most of them, but I keep him occupied as I move my foot to crash into his groin.

He catches my foot and casts it away. He's holding back. I punch his body he blocks my punches more and more. He throws some punches at my abdomen and they're to fast for me to block. I double over and hold my stomach. He approaches me and I quickly sweep my leg out bringing him to the floor.

I leap on top of him and I knee his groin. I chuckle at his pissed off growl I move my elbow to his throat and I apply a little pressure to his Adams apple and he pushes me off of him. I am on my feet a second behind him, a second too late.

He charges towards me pinning me against the wall, knocking over a vase off of the table leaving it to shatter on the floor. He has his elbow against my throat but I continue hitting every surface I can as he applies more pressure to my throat. I look into his eyes and I see the animal staring back at me, his primal side must have been awakened when I kneed his nuts.

I start rasping for breath and Riddick brings his face close to mine, "Does this mean that I won?" He loosens the elbow so I can breathe but he keeps it there to prove that he can still take me out if he wants to.

My frustration is gone, it left when Riddick and I were dueling now all that is left is that feeling of emptiness and hurt that he caused me. I know he can smell the difference because he lets me go. I run into the bathroom and slam and lock the door.

I lean against the door as the tears fall down my face and I begin to sob, slamming my head repeatedly against the door. I want to feel anything but the pain that's coursing through my heart right now. I hold my hands to my face and I continue smashing my head against the door, it's starting to go numb and I don't care I just want anything but the hurt, the humiliation, the pain is blinding me. I fall forward onto the tiles curling my body into the fetal position and I rock myself back and forth trying to pacify my tears.

I don't know how long I was in the bathroom just that the sky outside of the bathroom was turned a very dull pink. I knew that I looked a mess when I stood up, I didn't care either. I just wanted to lock the door of my room and stay there until the creator of this feeling in me was gone. I opened the door and weaved through the hallway until I got to my room. I locked the door. I climbed into my bed still the way I left it when he awoke me.

I cried silently as I pulled my covers over me and I settled my head against my pillow knowing full well I was going to be crying myself to sleep tonight.

"Are you alright Amanda?"

I closed my eyes but I didn't have the strength to be angry anymore. I exhaled. "No, I'm not."

I hear footsteps behind me and I feel the bed dip as he pulls me close to him. I don't have the energy to fight him as he encases his arms around me. I feel him behind me, the comforter is the only separating us.

"I'm sorry Amanda, I didn't mean to hurt you. I heard you in the bathroom… as you slammed your head into the door. I wanted to stop you but I know that you needed your space. I'm so sorry Amanda. I never wanted you to feel this way." His voice held remorse.

'Yet here you are. Back again after 5 years Riddick. You never even said goodbye. I just came back to find all of your stuff gone. No note, nothing, how was I supposed to feel Riddick? All those months we had together. You never gave a shit about me, did you?" I sit up so I can look into his eyes. I can't read his eyes but I plow on, "Not a word no communication even after the word got out that you were dead. Still here you sit ready to start where things left off. YOU broke my HEART!"

I'm standing now as I feel my anger coursing through me, where I got the energy I don't know. "And now you want me to just pretend like everything is the same as it was before. I feel empty and totally dejected and it's all your fault so don't you dare pretend like everything is fine and we can continue from where we were before." I move to the door. I need to get away from him, away from this apartment, maybe even away from this fucking planet. My brain is a flurry of activity. I blink, still a bad idea. He's in front of the door holding it shut.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" I scream, my voice has a tone I've never heard before. He stays there, in front of the door, my only way out of this crap I'm in. He stays in the way. I start punching every part of him that I can reach, he doesn't stop me. I feel my tears falling as my arms start to lose their strength, I feel my legs weaken. I fall but Riddick catches me pulling me into his lap as I sob. My body shakes but he holds me firmly. My body is so weak and my eyelids get heavy leaving my breath to get steadier and steadier and as I lose consciousness I feel my body being lifted into strong arms.

To be continued...

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