Chapter 3
Ravati felt her eyes widen in shock by the gun Mark had and immediately shouted at her friends, "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" She didn't want David's car getting shot up as she ran out of the bushes, groaning since her muscles were sore, and began making a run for it when a dog suddenly attacked her. She screamed out in fright and tried fighting the animal off, not believing how strong it was.
"Oh FUCK!" David shouted, his brown eyes widened, and jaw dropped before hauling ass out of there before the dogs could attack them.
Mark shook his head, firing another warning shot, knowing Ravati was perfectly safe. Hades would only hold her in place, not do any damage until the second command was given. He strode across the yard. "Hades, down." He ordered, reaching down to lift her up by the scruff of her neck like she was a dog. "Nice try, kid."
"Get the fuck off of me, you asshole!" She shoved him away from her and actually punched him in the mouth, stumbling back on the gravel, and screamed when the dog pounced on her again. "Get the fuck off of me!" She kicked the dog in the head, causing it to whine out, and spit blood out of her mouth from where the dog scratched her. "Don't fucking touch me, gramps or you'll get hurt." She threatened coldly, not blaming her friends for hightailing it.
"Hades, fetch." Mark said coldly, not appreciating being punched. Certainly not approving of her kicking his dog either. He watched as Hades' teeth clamped down around her pant leg and dragged her towards the ranch. Mark watched as Ravati tried to hop on one foot before falling back onto the grass, being dragged and followed her, the gun resting against his shoulder. "Kick him again and I'll let him tear out yer throat."
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" She cried out, tears of pain in her eyes as her nails dug in the ground, not believing what this prick was doing to her. She wanted to kill him, but his dog was evil, just like him. When the dog finally let her go, she was in the house, having hit her head on the gravel on the way in, so she had a nice knot on her forehead. She coughed out and winced at the throbbing pain his dog caused. She ripped open her pant leg and felt more tears stream down her cheeks by the teeth marks and the blood spurting out of them. "YOUR DOG WILL BE PUT TO SLEEP FOR THIS, ASSHOLE!" She screamed at him.
Mark rolled his eyes, locking the door behind him, and shooed Hades off to join Pain and Panic. He took the shells out of his shotgun before placing it in the gun cabinet, pocketing the shells before getting a first aid kit out of the cupboard. "Keep dreamin', kid. He's a guard dog and yer friends were trespassin'. He did his job. Or at least that's what I'm plannin' on tellin' the sheriff. Not my fault you were tryin' to run." He replied, kneeling in front of her to examine the wounds.
"Get the fuck away from me, asshole!" She snarled at him dangerously, backing away, and coughed more as she crawled on her hands away from him around the floor. "I said get the fuck away from me! I don't want your fucking help! Just let me go back to my fucking shack outside!" She didn't want to be anywhere near this man right now. This monster. She felt the tears streaming down her face from pure pain her leg was giving off. "Fuck!"
Mark rolled his eyes and grabbed her by her good leg, dragging her back to him. "Knock it off, kid and no, yer not goin' back to the shack. Yer bunkin' in here from now on. Try to run and the dog'll have ya for a snack, got me?" He had already started cleaning the wounds with an antiseptic pad, now pouring peroxide on it.
"OWW FUCK ME!" She screamed out, clawing on the floor as the peroxide began bubbling, and couldn't believe he was actually putting her in his house. "God I fucking hate you! And the name is RAVA for the FINAL fucking time! Do you want me to keep calling you asshole or can we get on a first name basis?" She spat, screaming out again when it began throbbing, and knew she was officially in Hell.
"You can call me Mark, RAVA. But I think I'll call ya Vati instead." Mark said, finally putting some Neosporin on the wounds before wrapping it in gauze. He wrinkled his nose, arching an eyebrow at her. "You stink to high heaven, girl. I wouldn't recommend a bath or shower, but try a sponge bath." He said, getting to his feet.
"Fuck you, MARK." She spat back at him, slowly getting to her feet, and winced as she gritted her teeth. "Maybe I stink to high heaven because SOMEONE didn't allow me a proper bath or shower earlier, but that's fine. Fuck it, I'll soil your precious bedding, wherever the fuck you're gonna put me. Probably the basement, right?" She rolled her eyes, snarling under her breath, and glared down at the dog, who watched her every move. "Your fucking dog touches me again and I'm snapping its neck in half." She threatened.
"By the time you get done, you'll be shredded by the other two and if you don't do somethin' bout the way ya smell, I'm bathin' yer ass myself and I promise ya won't like it none." Mark threatened right back, narrowing his eyes a little at her.
"Well point me in the fucking direction of a bathroom with a shower or tub and I'll more than happy be as clean as a fucking whistle, prick." She shot back at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She dropped to her knee when her leg began throbbing, causing her to punch the floor with her bare fist, not caring if she broke her knuckle or not. She was used to punching walls, faces, and anything else she could get her hands on whenever she got pissed.
Mark rolled his eyes, scooping her up roughly in his arms, and carried her to a bedroom, then to the attached bathroom. "I'm just down the hall and don't try sneakin' out either. The alarms will go off and the dogs will attack instantly, and they'll be after yer neck." He cautioned. "G'night."
"Yeah, whatever prick." She snarled back at him and slammed the bathroom door shut before peeling out of her clothes. She stepped inside the shower and turned the sprays on as hot as she could stand it. She was in there for a good hour and a half before finally stepping out, wrapping a towel around her body, tucking it in between her breasts, and walked out to retrieve her bag. She frowned when she couldn't find it and jumped out of her skin when his voice sounded behind her, causing her to tremble with anger. "Where the fuck is my bag, Mark?" She demanded, tightening the towel around her, refusing to look at him. She never looked at anyone without her mask on, which was her make up.
Her bag dangled on the tips of his fingers, hand outstretched before him. "Right here." Mark's eyes raked over her, arching an eyebrow. "Afraid to look at me without them raccoon rimmed eyes, Vati?"
"Man, fuck you." She spat, snatching her bag away from him, and kept her back to him as her soaking wet black hair clung to her skin on her back. "They're not raccoon eyes, moron. It's called make up and I happen to fucking enjoy wearing it, alright?" She stated through gritted teeth, not believing the audacity of this prick.
"Make up is meant to enhance the natural beauty, not cover it up." Mark replied. "But if ya like hidin' under that shit, be my guest." He folded his arms over his chest. "I called the sheriff to inform him bout yer little friends comin' on out. There's goin' to be an order placed on'em to keep'em away for the rest of the summer."
"Gee thanks for telling me that, prick." She retorted with a roll of her eyes, pulling out her sleeping clothes, and threw them on the bed. Then, she dug through her bag, finding her toothbrush and hairbrush as she tossed her bag to the floor. Her leg was killing her, but she was glad the gauze wrapping hadn't come off her leg. Though she knew she'd have to change it. "Is there anything else you need, dickhead or can I get dressed in private?"
"I don't know…you might try somethin'. Maybe you need searched first." Mark drawled, looking dead serious as he stroked his goatee. At the look on her face, he smirked. "Don't flatter yerself, kid. It was a joke. See ya bright and early." He chuckled before walking out, closing the door behind him.
A few days passed and Ravati was sore, exhausted, not to mention injured behind belief. She had bruises all over her arms and legs from helping Mark finish with the fence after finishing plucking the weeds out of the garden. She had sunburn that looked like it blistered her skin, but it wasn't as bad as she'd thought. She would either peel or have a nice tan from it, something unusual for Ravati. Her leg was throbbing from where Hades bit her, but she kept it wrapped up tightly, not wanting it getting infected. So here she was, laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, her muscles aching and throbbing with pain.
Not to mention it hurt to even move with her sunburn. So this was what Hell was like. She shook her head and slowly sat up, wincing, having just gotten out of the shower. She was wearing a black spaghetti strapped nightgown that went past her knees. She couldn't handle anything else, not even her cotton shorts because it hurt her too much. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut, and took a few deep breaths before finally managing to stand up from the bed. She needed a glass of water, her mouth incredibly dry, and limped over to the door, needing to lean against the wall for support since her leg was pulsating with pain.
Mark was sitting at his kitchen table going over the bills, looking tired himself. He looked up when he heard Ravati, frowning when he seen her limping, taking in her sunburned skin and sighed. He pushed aside the bills and stood up, walking over to the cupboard over the sink. He rifled around in it for a minute before pulling out an unopened bottle of Ocean Potion Burn Relief Ice, gesturing to the chair he had formerly occupied. "Grab a seat, Vati." He said, studying her.
"I'm in here to get a glass of water and then I'll be out of your hair." She stated, wondering what the Hell he wanted, and kept her face away from him since she wasn't wearing make up. She bit back a cry of pain and just hissed out as she leaned back against the counter, her body racking with pain. The last thing she wanted to do was piss this prick off so he could torture her some more, and finally felt the throbbing in her leg subside for the moment. She shot the dog that bit her leg a vicious glare, which was sitting underneath the kitchen table, and wanted to shoot that dog for biting her.
Mark rolled his eyes. "I'm not bout to let ya be droppin' from a damned heat stroke, Vati so sit down!" He placed a hand on her back between her shoulder blades and none too gently guided her into the chair. Once she was seated, he poured a generous amount of the Ocean Potion in his hands. "This is going to sting for a minute, then it'll feel better." He said, rubbing her burnt shoulders and arms.
Ravati squeezed her eyes tightly shut, hissing out in pain, not believing this man was purposely trying to hurt her. To torture her. Was this what her uncle really had in mind for this summer? She wanted to shoot him too as she hit the table, her black hair covering her face, and slowly opened her eyes when the stinging subsided. "You enjoy torturing me don't you." It wasn't a question and she knew it. That's fine, I'll do my time and then get the fuck out of here." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her long black hair down from the braid, pooling over her shoulders and down her back in damp waves.
"Yeah, torturin' yer punk ass is an added bonus to havin' ya under foot all summer." Mark replied sarcastically. "Look…if you WANT the blisters then fine, be my guest, but you'll still be out there workin'." He turned her around, next putting the lotion on her face, making sure to steer clear of her eyes. "I've got sun block in the bathroom cupboard, start usin' it. I'll find ya a hat to start wearin'. How's yer leg?" He asked while rubbing the lotion in her face.
"Man, get the fuck off of me!" She shouted at him, pushing him away from her face, and stumbled from the chair, wincing as she gripped the counter, her face contorted in both pain and rage. "I don't' need your fucking help! My leg hurts like a bitch, but I'll deal with it." She spat, her back to him again, and hissed when her face started stinging like her arms had earlier. This was Hell. She was officially in Hell.
Mark snarled angrily, not appreciating her attitude, especially when he was trying to help her. "If you don't want me to bust yer ass, I'd sit back down!" He said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "It's obvious ya ain't takin' care of yer damned leg and it's probably infected, so sit down and shut the Hell up!"
"What the fuck do you EXPECT my leg to do, prick? Be all better in three days? Those were deep gash wounds, you moron! It'll take at least a week for them to heal properly! So just take your torture medicine and leave me the fuck alone!" She shouted at him, not caring if she was signing her own death certificate, and decided she didn't want any water as she started limping out of the kitchen. "Fuckin' asshole." She muttered under her breath.
Mark shook his head, shoving her down onto the couch. He growled threateningly when she went to move, fetching the first aid kit. "It'd look a damned sight better if you'd keep it clean, Vati! Look…it's fuckin' infected! Do you want to lame yerself?" He grabbed her leg, sitting on the couch beside her, and pulled it onto his lap, studying the angry red marks. "Great…HOLD STILL!"
