"Are fucking kidding me right now, Otis? You are just going to walk away and hid in your paintings or sculptures. Really, are you that much of a god damn fucking coward?"

I screamed after him and watched, with a smirk, as his body tensed up. Yeah that's right, fight me, you bastard.

Otis whipped around and glared at me. He pushed the chair the girl was tied to away from him and didn't look as it toppled over. I didn't either; I was too busy watching as his eyes turned darker and darker. And from that I knew this was going to be a fight.

"A coward? Did you just call me a fucking coward?" His voice was low and deep with a rough undertone.

"That's because you are one."

"And what the fuck are you, a god damn brave woman? You ran and hid from me for 2 weeks. Two god damn fucking weeks, you hid from me. And you want to call me the coward?"

"I hide for the right fucking reasons. You hide because you are hurt and scared."

"I aint scared of nothing!"

We were in each other faces. Our harsh breathing mingled with each other. His face was bent down closer to mine and I could see the faint claws marks on his cheek.

"Why don't you tell me the real reason you hid." Otis voice was back to normal. He even sounded calm and collected but I knew better. He isn't calm, he is angry. He isn't collected at all and if I say one thing wrong he may snap.

"I hid because I was scared." I made sure my voice sounded normal too. I can't have him knowing how frighten I was about telling him the truth.

Otis smirked at me and chuckled. "You were scared. Why because you thought I was going to kill you?"

"Yes."

Otis leaned back as I whispered him my answer. I wasn't going to lie to him anymore. I wasn't going to hide and run away like a child would do. Im going to stand tall and tell Otis the truth.

"You thought I was going to kill you? Why would you think that?" His face turned into one of anger. Oh here we go with the yelling again. "Did I ever give you one fucking reason to think I would kill you? I would have never killed you! I told you my feelings. I let you fucking in and you still thought I would kill. Why the fuck would I ever kill you for? Huh tell me, what is so bad that I would have killed you over?"

"I love you. Okay that is why I ran. I love you and I knew you wouldn't like it. I knew that you would probably act out in anger when I told you, so I ran. I ran and I hid from you. I was scared you would kill me for loving you. Alright there now you know the truth." I stepped away from him and watched as he dropped down to the floor.

Otis leaned against his bed with his legs bent in front of him. His pale arms were dangling in between his jean cladded legs. His eyes were unfocused and blurry. His jaw was dropped and his breathing was heavy. I watched as he laid his head back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. I don't even think he was blinking.

"Elp we weaze."

I turn slowly to see the girl Otis tied up still fucking screaming for me to help her. Did she not just hear me tell Otis that I love him? Stupid fucking bimbo bitch.

But then I stopped cursing her out in my head and finally really looked at her. She has long black hair that covered most of her face. Pale skin that was now cut up and bruised. A tattoo of a butterfly on her wrist. She had high cheek bones and dimples that I could see as she yelled at me. But the creepiest part was her eyes. Bright crystal blue eyes. Now I can plainly see that she isn't related to me but that is just creepy the Otis picked a girl that looked like me. That reminded him of me.

All of the women he fucked either had black hair, blue eyes, dimples or tattoos and they all had pale skin.

"You were replacing me." I said out loud and Otis snaps his head up to look at me. I look down at him and smirk. "You were trying to replace me every time a new bunch came in. all these girls you bring up here either had one of my physical looks to them. The high cheekbones, black hair, crystal blue eyes, dimples or tattoos. They all had one of them but this one has them all. That's why she is still alive. You are trying to replace me."

Otis shakes his head and closes his eyes. He brings his hands up to his face and covers it with them.

"Did you hate me that much?" He shook his head no.

"Were you that pissed at me?" No.

"Did you want to kill me?" No.

"Want to hurt me?" No.

"Then why?" Shrug.

"Otis, do you have feelings for me?" Shrug.

"That aint no god damn answer, do you have feelings for me?" Shrug.

I walk over and pull his hands away from his face. I glare down at him before he pulled me to sit in between his legs. I push his legs down and straddle his thighs. I grab his face and make Otis look at me. I stare into his dark blue eyes, trying to find something that will tell me the truth.

"Do you have feelings for me, Otis?" I stare into his eyes and watch as he nods his head. "What kind of feelings, Otis?" I whispered to him.

Otis opened his mouth to say something but that was when the bitch needed to make herself known. I quickly stand up and grab Otis's switchblade knife from his bed. I walk over to her and grab a chunk full of her blood matted black hair.

"Now you listen to me right now, Bitch. I aint going to help you and Im definitely aint going to hurt Otis. If you would have stopped your petty screaming you would hear what I was saying to him. Now shut your mouth and stop you're screaming or you are going to be eating your tongue after I cut it out and jam it down YOUR THROAT!" I smirk as she swallows thickly and nods her head. "Now im going to go back over there and finish my convocation, okay?" she nodded once more. "And you are going to keep your mouth shut, right?" another nod with tears running down her face. "Because if you don't, you would be begging for Otis to rape you again once im threw with you. Understand?" a nod with a sob. But I think she finally got it.

Never fuck with a crazed woman trying to get the man she loves to tell her how he feels. It never ends well when someone does that.

I throw her away from me by her hair and watch as she rolled away from me in the chair. She cried out as she rolled into her friend's dead body that Otis made into a mermaid? I think that is a mermaid. He made some cheerleader bitch into a god damn mermaid. Wow never knew Otis loved the sea so much.

Speaking of Otis, he was watching me with hooded eyes. A smirk was firmly planted on his lips and his blue eyes look at me with lust.

"I aint fucking you when you didn't clean yourself off after this bitch."

Otis looks at me shocked before cracking up laughing. "You crazy bitch. You were just screaming at me that you were scared of me now you're telling me that you aint gonna fuck me. You're crazy."

"Oh yea and your perfectly normal." My voice was full of sarcasm and Otis glared at me.

"Watch your tone, Candy."

I walked up to him and slapped him across the face before dropping back down in his lap. I grab him by the hair and force him to look at me. "You don't call me Candy. Im not Candy to you and you god damn fucking know it."

Otis rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around me. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my lips. "So sorry, Candice. I didn't mean to upset you, Candice. I mean you want me to call you Candice, right Candice?"

"Oh for the love of god shut the hell up and kiss me, you asshole."