Chapter 8:
Fuck! He slammed his head against the wall. He'd fucked up badly. She was scared of him now, that wasn't what he wanted.
Jack stared at the wall that Riddick just walked through. He was right, and she knew it. She was sick and fucked up, she just didn't know how to change. She glanced at the shiv, the first step would be getting rid of that. She glanced back at the door when she heard a loud bang.
She grabbed the shiv and slowly walked across the room, she paused at the door to the bathroom. Once she walked through the door she knew that there would be no going back.
She twisted the knob slowly and entered the dimly lit bathroom. She walked across the cold floor and paused outside the door.
He heard the door to the bathroom open and the soft sounds of footsteps, they stooped and he wondered what she was doing. He watched as the door swung inwards and Jack stepped out of the dimly lit bathroom and into his dark room.
She pulled the door open and stepped into the darkened room and looked around. She couldn't see a thing. "Riddick?" She called out tentatively. She held her breath and looked around again. Maybe he wasn't in here. She was about to leave when the command for the lights sounded off to her left. She jumped a little and turned to face him.
He looked at her, she was carrying her shiv in her hand. Her knuckles were white around the grip and she was shaking slightly. He wondered for a minute if she was going to try and kill him. But instead she just reached her hand out to him and drooped the shiv at his feet.
"Your right." Her voice was quiet and strained. He realized how much those words must have cost her. He watched as a single tear fell down her face. In a second he was standing beside her, as she flung herself into his arms and started sobbing out how sorry she was.
He wrapped her up in his arms and lifted her to him, he sat down on the bed and rocked her all while telling her that it wasn't her fault and that he'd help her.
Fuck! He slammed his head against the wall. He'd fucked up badly. She was scared of him now, that wasn't what he wanted.
Jack stared at the wall that Riddick just walked through. He was right, and she knew it. She was sick and fucked up, she just didn't know how to change. She glanced at the shiv, the first step would be getting rid of that. She glanced back at the door when she heard a loud bang.
She grabbed the shiv and slowly walked across the room, she paused at the door to the bathroom. Once she walked through the door she knew that there would be no going back.
She twisted the knob slowly and entered the dimly lit bathroom. She walked across the cold floor and paused outside the door.
He heard the door to the bathroom open and the soft sounds of footsteps, they stooped and he wondered what she was doing. He watched as the door swung inwards and Jack stepped out of the dimly lit bathroom and into his dark room.
She pulled the door open and stepped into the darkened room and looked around. She couldn't see a thing. "Riddick?" She called out tentatively. She held her breath and looked around again. Maybe he wasn't in here. She was about to leave when the command for the lights sounded off to her left. She jumped a little and turned to face him.
He looked at her, she was carrying her shiv in her hand. Her knuckles were white around the grip and she was shaking slightly. He wondered for a minute if she was going to try and kill him. But instead she just reached her hand out to him and drooped the shiv at his feet.
"Your right." Her voice was quiet and strained. He realized how much those words must have cost her. He watched as a single tear fell down her face. In a second he was standing beside her, as she flung herself into his arms and started sobbing out how sorry she was.
He wrapped her up in his arms and lifted her to him, he sat down on the bed and rocked her all while telling her that it wasn't her fault and that he'd help her.