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Ch. 14

Oh my God. Were they gonna kill Fiona? She seemed so nice. Then again, I can be wrong. But I could be right. I heard Scourge come back into the kitchen. "Sorry about that," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"It's okay," I murmured. He squeezed my side softly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea." He pushed some of my hair away from my face. I actually let him run his fingers through my side bang so that they were away from my face. I was kind of scared though. That bang was like my security blanket. He only smiled a small smile at me.

"You're so beautiful." I blushed, biting my lip so they wouldn't pull up into a smile.

"I'm not beautiful."

"Don't lie to yourself."

"I'm not." He pecked a kiss at my cheek.

"Well I think you're the most beautiful thing to walk on this earth," he whispered in my ear, making me blush harder.

"Whatever," I said, elbowing him. He moved away from me to lean on the kitchen table. I turned to face him. He grabbed a toothpick and stuck it in his mouth. He chewed on it for a moment, looking out the window. His eyes looked mad. "So, um, how have you been," I asked. His eyes flicked to me as he shrugged.

"Hangin' in there. How 'bout you?"

"I'm okay I guess."

"You're on depression medicine because…?"

"Scourge, that's my-"

"Just tell me."

"No." He rolled his eyes.

"You know keeping secrets won't get you anywhere."

"I know, but I don't like to talk about it. Besides I told you I was depressed before."

"So you're telling me not to worry because it had nothing to do with me?"

"Well…"

"Exactly, so tell me. Did I do something wrong that made you cut yourself or something?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," I said, walking away. He grabbed my arm.

"That's too bad, now isn't it?" I shook my arm out his grasp.

"Why would I tell you anyway? Like you care."

"Seriously? You really think I don't care?"

"Yes I do. Why are you keeping me here again? Am I some sort of bait? Or a distraction?"

"Think what you want, Rosy, I really don't feel like dealing with this shit right now." He moved away as he said this, going to lean against the table, putting his face in his hands. He looked frustrated.

"Why do you wanna kill Fiona?" His head shot up at this.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Where'd you hear that I wanted to kill her?"

"I heard you and Dante." He looked pissed. "Guess I'm not the only one keeping secrets." I turned to go but he grabbed my arm. He yanked me back roughly, making me face him.

"You wanna stay alive than I suggest you keep your mouth shut, got it?" There was this fiery rage in his eyes that almost made me wet myself. He must really want to cover this up. I nodded kind of scared. "Good girl. Now, go upstairs and change into some pajamas, dinner's gonna be done soon and once you're done eating, you're going to sleep."

"So now I get orders?" His grip on my arm tightened.

"Rosy, I'm not kidding around with you anymore. Do as I say or die."

"Alright, sorry." He let me go slowly. He nodded his head to the doorway. I walked out the room, hugging myself. He was kind of harsh. Sure I was keeping up the act as if he wasn't scaring me but deep inside, he was scaring the crap out of me. He was never this cold or defensive about something. But killing Fiona? She must've done something to really piss him or his gang off. But that's his ex; shouldn't he still at least care about her? I still care about him even though he's mean and violent. Care isn't even the word at that. I love him. I'll always love him. I don't know why, but I just will. I changed into a purple tank top and put a big thin roomy long sleeved pale pink shirt on top of it with a pair of light gray sweatpants and my boot slippers. I pulled my hair into a side ponytail that lay on my shoulder. I walked back downstairs to see Scourge sipping beer out a bottle. He looked over at me. His eyes ran over my outfit. He let out a small chuckle to himself, shaking his head as he took another swig. "What," I asked, confused. He shook his head. I felt fear overcome me as I noticed the bottle was half empty. If he got drunk and I pissed him off: I was so dead. I just had to stay quiet tonight and any other night he drinks and just hope he doesn't make me do anything that'll push his buttons. I leaned on the side of the doorway, watching him drink the bottle out till it was empty. He threw out the bottle and looked at me again.

"What's wrong, babe," he asked, a little slur in his voice.

"Nothing." He smirked, coming toward me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him.

"I'm sorry about earlier, I just need you not to tell anyone about my plans."

"So you are gonna kill her?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"None of your dang business."

"Oh?" He chuckled, turning. "Are you drunk?"

"No," he said seriously, the slur in his voice gone. I looked down.

"Oh, sorry." I heard him start walking away. I looked up to see him taking some stuff out the oven. I saw that they were two small personal homemade pizzas.

"Can you grab some plates for me, babe?"

"Sure," I said, going to the cabinet and pulling out two big plastic plates. I went over to him and handed them over.

"Thanks." I nodded. "So do you want bread or salad or something to go with this or are you good?"

"It's fine."

"Alright," he said, handing me one of the pizzas.

"Thanks."

"No prob. Wine or beer?"

"Didn't you already drink?"

"Your point?" I let out a giggle.

"Wine, it'll go easier on you."

"Whatever," he said, a smirk on his face. I went into the dining room and sat down, starting to nibble on a slice of my pizza. He came back in with his pizza, two wine glasses and a big thing of wine. He sat down and popped open the wine container. He poured a glass and pushed it toward me.

"Thanks," I said. He nodded, starting to pour the other glass. I took a sip of the wine, it was surprisingly light. Good, then he wouldn't get drunk on me. We ate in silence. Guess we didn't have anything to talk about. If we did, we'd eventually just end up pushing each other's buttons and I would probably have to lock myself in my old room tonight. I noticed he kept staring at me though which made me blush lightly. Thank God, he never noticed. When we were finished, I helped him clean the dishes before going upstairs. I walked to my old room. Everything in there looked the same, as if nothing had been rearranged or even touched. I walked into the room, my hands going to feel the bed. It was still soft and warm. I climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over me. I heard his footsteps start coming up the steps. I turned off the light and waited in the dark for him to pass. He walked into his room, shutting the door behind him. He emerged a few minutes later in his pajamas. He looked to me in my bed. A small smirk creeped up his lips. "Comfy there, babe," he asked.

"Yes thank you." He chuckled. He started to go back into his room when I felt a pang of sadness. "Scourge," I murmured. He looked back at me.

"What's wrong?"

"You're not gonna…?" He looked confused.

"I'm not gonna what? Kiss all over you?"

"No. You're not gonna sleep with me?"

"Define that." I rolled my eyes.

"Hold me in your arms while we sleep, you perv."

"Shutup. And I didn't know you wanted me to."

"Well I do, so can you?"

"Sure." He walked into the room, lying next to me in the bed. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, crushing me to him. I snuggled my head into his chest. I heard him chuckle. One of his hands started stroking my back. He also started to hum a soft tune. With his amazing voice, it was so soothing. I felt myself falling asleep.

"I love you, Scourge," I murmured into his chest.

"I love you too, Rosy," he said, pecking a kiss at my forehead. "No matter what I do to you, just remember that okay?" I nodded.

"I can't hate you anyway."

"Huh. Interesting." I giggled.

"Goodnight."

"Night, beautiful." I felt my eyes flutter shut, my body relax and fall into unconsciousness.

X

I woke up in the bed alone. I was expecting that but my heart still kind of felt a string of hurt. I noticed there was a note on my forehead. I picked it off and read it.

Out for a little while. Should be home soon after you read this. Stay in the house. Waffles in the fridge if you get hungry. Love you. –Scourge.

I put down the note and snuggled into my pillow. I was still tired. I heard the door open and footsteps come up the steps quickly. Was he back already? Fiona ran into my room and shut the door behind her. "Rosy, Scourge is insane, you have to help me," she said, her voice filled with fear. I noticed she had a few cuts on her face as well as some blood coming from a few spots. She was bleeding a lot everywhere else.

"What happened," I asked, sitting up.

"I don't know, but can you please help me?"

"What do you need me to do?"

"Stall him for me. Just long enough so that I can get out the city."

"How long will that take?"

"About an hour or two."

"I don't think I can do that long."

"Sleep with him."

"Um…"

"Not comfortable with that? Okay, then we'll have to think of something else than." I heard the door open and slam shut, fast footsteps from multiple people coming up the steps. Fiona swore quietly. "Can I hide somewhere?"

"The closet, it's huge."

"Alright, thanks." I nodded. She ran in the closet, closing the door behind her. Scourge kicked my bedroom door open.

"Babe, have you seen Fiona," he asked, looking pissed.

"No, sorry. But what happened? Are you okay," I asked, eyeing the cuts and few blood stains on him. I got up and started wiping the blood away from his mouth. He grabbed my hand.

"I'm fine, but seriously, have you seen her? Anywhere?"

"Sorry, no. I just woke up so…"

"Damn it."

"Why are you after her anyway?"

"She's a traitor, that's why and when I get my hands on her, I'm gonna wring her neck."

"Is what she did that bad?"

"She gave away tons of secrets, Rosy. I told you before, you mess with the wrong people and you're dead. I'm not playing around with her little games anymore."

"Oh, well maybe you should look around the upper part of the city, she could be anywhere."

"Alright. See you later, babe," he said, pecking my lips.

"Bye, be careful," I said as he went out the door. I waited until the footsteps were out the house before going to my closet doors and opening them. "They're gone," I told her. She nodded, looking scared.

"Thank you so much, Rosy. I so owe you," she said, coming out the closet.

"It's no problem, Fiona. You better go before they block the routes to get out the town."

"Right, thank you again," she said, giving me a hug. I suddenly heard a big boom and Fiona's body went limp against mine. Shit. I grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away from me lightly. There was blood coming from her side, her body now lifeless. I looked at the doorway to see Scourge standing there, a gun in his hand. Tony and Dante were behind him. He was glaring at me.

"Boys, take the body out of here," he commanded. They rushed to take Fiona's body out my hands and walked out.

"You comin' Scourge," Dante asked.

"I'll catch up," he replied, waving his hand. Dante nodded before running along with Tony. They were probably scared for me. He waited until the footsteps were out the house before saying something. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now," he said, his voice cold as ice.

"You love me, you said you would never kill me," I said, my body shaking from fear.

"That doesn't really mean a lot considering you just betrayed me. Are you trying to be like Fiona? A traitor," he said, coming toward me, making me back up.

"No, I just wanted to help her."

"Why? Why didn't you tell me she was hiding in the closet? Why'd you lie to me?"

"I didn't want to see her die." He had me backed up against the wall now.

"Why? You just met her, Rosy. You don't know what kind of real person she is."

"I'm sorry."

"Didn't I tell you not to disobey me?"

"Yes."

"And if you did, what would happen?"

"I'd be dead." He held the gun up to my head.

"Exactly. Do you want me to pull this trigger?"

"No." I heard his finger tighten on the trigger. I felt a tear fall out my eye. "Please, Scourge, don't kill me. I'll obey next time, I'm sorry. Just please," I said, starting to beg now. He took a deep breath before lowering the gun. I felt more tears come out my eyes. I watched the gun until he dropped it on the ground. I looked up at him. He still looked majorly pissed. He put his hand on my cheek softly, letting his fingers trace down my jaw line. I felt myself freeze up from fear. His hand went up into my hair, gripping it. He leaned toward me and kissed my lips lightly. I was too overwhelmed with fear to kiss him back. He could easily kick the gun up into his hand and shoot me once I was distracted. He pulled away, his hand going down to my side. He squeezed it softly. What was wrong with him? Where was the pain? Wasn't he gonna punish me? He kissed me again, really molding my lips this time. I let my eyes flutter shut and my lips move against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers getting tangled in his quills. "Say you love me," I murmured against his lips.

"I love you," he murmured back. "Now say you'll cut yourself."

"What," I asked, pulling away.

"You heard me."

"But that's what my medicine is for. To fight those urges."

"Baby girl, you know I love you and that I don't wanna hurt you and I don't want you to hurt yourself. Keep passing my tests and you'll be good in my book in no time. But if you ever, I mean ever, disobey me again: I swear to God, Rosy, I'll do something that I'll regret to you, do you understand me?" I nodded. "Good. Go back to sleep. I'll be back later," he said before pecking my lips.

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby girl." He pecked my lips a last time before walking out the room. I noticed he left the gun on the ground. I yelled his name and he came back. I handed him back the gun but he told me to keep it, just in case anything happened. I was scared that I may have to use it on him one day. Even as just a diversion to get away or to make a distraction. But I heard him, he loves me. So why do I keep feeling like he's lying?

Wow, so this chap may have been a little "eh" ish but i'm trying. This story is actually very hard to write. So i know you all are thinking how the hell can Rosy still love Scourge after everything's he's putting her through. Well here's the answer: LOVE. She loves him too much for her own good and it's really hard to picture this happening which is why this story gives me a hard time.

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