Forbidden Love
Chapter 9
Riff and Magenta made their way up to their room. It was late so Magenta thought she'd better go take a shower while Riff read in bed.
She was on her way down when Frank stepped out in front of her, obviously drunk which meant that he wouldn't remember one word of it the next day. He was an angry drunk so the slightest thing wrong would put him off.
Magenta was supposed to go into town for Frank to pick up supplies for his creation but didn't get the chance to. Frank was outraged, as he wanted to start working on his creation ASAP but now he couldn't till next week. Frank had only just found out about that then so was really pissed.
Frank approached her.
'What do you want Frank?' she asked anxiously.
'Oh I think you know very well what I want,' he said, 'I want my supplies for the lab which you were supposed to pick up today, WEREN'T YOU!!?'
'Uh. uh,' stammered Magenta, trying to think of an excuse. The supplies! She'd forgotten them! What could she do? He'd kill her. Oh if only Riff was here.
'ANSWER ME!' Frank bellowed. By now his yells were loud enough to reach the other side of the castle.
Frank took a swing at her and his fist connected with her cheek and her jaw cracked with a loud whack. She cried out in pain. He hit her again and again.
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Riff heard her cries and went running in a frantic frenzy.
Frank was hitting her repeatedly when Riff arrived. Magenta's vision was blurred with blood. She was covered in bruises and freshly made grazes that made themselves comfortable across her pale-fleshed body.
Riff couldn't believe the state that her body was in after Frank had expressed his anger across her gentle soul. The look in Riff's eyes spawned anger. The reaping hate seethed within his soul. He could've killed Frank just there but thought better of it.
Frank struck Magenta once more and that last hit Riff saw and then all possible hate and darkness of betrayal washed over him like an ice-cold bucket of salted water. Riff's blood began to boil like a pot of hot water.
Marching towards Frank with all his hell bent rage he saw Frank look him into the cold core of his eyes.
Frank stared helplessly glued to spot in which he stood where he continually struck Magenta. The cold in Riff's eyes bored into Frank's helpless, empty soul. Nothing could have described this, not even a million cold-hearted words. Frank decided that it was the time to flee in pure fear.
Chapter 9
Riff and Magenta made their way up to their room. It was late so Magenta thought she'd better go take a shower while Riff read in bed.
She was on her way down when Frank stepped out in front of her, obviously drunk which meant that he wouldn't remember one word of it the next day. He was an angry drunk so the slightest thing wrong would put him off.
Magenta was supposed to go into town for Frank to pick up supplies for his creation but didn't get the chance to. Frank was outraged, as he wanted to start working on his creation ASAP but now he couldn't till next week. Frank had only just found out about that then so was really pissed.
Frank approached her.
'What do you want Frank?' she asked anxiously.
'Oh I think you know very well what I want,' he said, 'I want my supplies for the lab which you were supposed to pick up today, WEREN'T YOU!!?'
'Uh. uh,' stammered Magenta, trying to think of an excuse. The supplies! She'd forgotten them! What could she do? He'd kill her. Oh if only Riff was here.
'ANSWER ME!' Frank bellowed. By now his yells were loud enough to reach the other side of the castle.
Frank took a swing at her and his fist connected with her cheek and her jaw cracked with a loud whack. She cried out in pain. He hit her again and again.
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Riff heard her cries and went running in a frantic frenzy.
Frank was hitting her repeatedly when Riff arrived. Magenta's vision was blurred with blood. She was covered in bruises and freshly made grazes that made themselves comfortable across her pale-fleshed body.
Riff couldn't believe the state that her body was in after Frank had expressed his anger across her gentle soul. The look in Riff's eyes spawned anger. The reaping hate seethed within his soul. He could've killed Frank just there but thought better of it.
Frank struck Magenta once more and that last hit Riff saw and then all possible hate and darkness of betrayal washed over him like an ice-cold bucket of salted water. Riff's blood began to boil like a pot of hot water.
Marching towards Frank with all his hell bent rage he saw Frank look him into the cold core of his eyes.
Frank stared helplessly glued to spot in which he stood where he continually struck Magenta. The cold in Riff's eyes bored into Frank's helpless, empty soul. Nothing could have described this, not even a million cold-hearted words. Frank decided that it was the time to flee in pure fear.