Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
A.N: The AP exams have now come to an end. I've got little over a month before finals so here we go again.
Now We're Done
I swallow, hard. We're staring at each other in tense silence. I want to scream. I want to yell. I want to pound him over the head with a mallet and figure out where the hell I am.
I can tell that I'm in some kind of hotel room. And that the hotel is nice, something like the Hilton on Sheraton. But I don't know anything beyond that.
I grind my teeth together, working hard to keep my snarl unflinching. Tamlin looks at me, kindness in his eyes. But I know that kindness. I know how it works, how it tricks people. I clench and unclench my hands, trying to keep emotions under control. He has the audacity to smile at me.
"You look good Feyre."
"Yeah, healthy relationships agree with me."
His smile fades, and his eyes close. He takes a deep slow breath through his nose. When he opens his eyes again and looks at me, he has false pleasantness painted on his face. "That relationship was not healthy. Rhysand has brainwashed you. He wants to ruin my life, and so he's decided to turn you against me."
I scoff. The pleasantness leaves and he glares at me.
"What?" His voice is dark and full of spite.
"It's just funny to me that you think Rhys would spend that much time on you."
Tamlin starts to rise in his seat. "I only think that, because that's what he's doing."
"No he's not." I keep my tone of amusement. He's full on standing now.
"Yes he is. Why don't you believe me? You insolent woman!" He screams this all the while leaning closer to my face.
I wipe away his spit that found home under my eye, then slowly rise out of my own chair. We now stand inches away from the other. "I do not believe you sir, on account that you are a lying waste of space that watched me waste away and did nothing about it." I keep my voice even but sharp.
"I tried to make you happy!" He still hasn't stopped yelling.
"You tried to make me something I am not. You attempted to change my personality. You never actually bothered to check whether or not I was happy, you just kept shoving me in boxes and throwing away the key." My voice is beginning to rise, so I take a deep breath. Once I am calm again I continue. "You destroyed me. You destroyed me so entirely that I didn't even bother to fight anymore. You broke me. You let me waist away, and what was your solution to the PTSD and depression I was fighting? It was to get married. It was to let your little pet Ianthe take me and turn me into something I was not so that you could be happy. Rhys did not bewitch me as you say, he saved me. He pulled me out of a pit so deep that I thought I would never get out."
His face is now about the same color as a tomato. He is sputtering and spitting. He is staring at me with bulging eyes, but still cannot form words. I lower myself back into my seat. I do not look at him. I look dead ahead.
I am Feyre Illyria now, and there is no way for him to take that away from me. I am an honorary mob wife. I survived prison, emotional and physical torture, and a hell of a lot more. It was all worth it though, Rhys was worth it.
Jesus, Rhys. I wonder where he is right now. What he's thinking, feeling. I can't imagine. For him to get home and find me gone. He probably called me, called Mor, Elaine, and Nesta. Then must've realized I was gone. He must be going crazy. I can imagine him, getting Amren, Cassian, and Azriel organized. I should call him, let him know that I'm safe and that I've got everything under control.
My thoughts are shattered when Tamlin slams his hands down on the arms of my chair and holds himself less than an inch away from my face. I blink and lean back until my head hits the chair.
"You did all of that to yourself." He snarls. Spitting directly into my eye. I keep my calm, and look him dead in the eye.
"Then why was Rhysand able to save me and not you?"
"That man did not save you, he ruined you." I swallow. I will not respond to that. I will not sink down to his level of petty insults. I will not fight him any longer.
Instead I keep my cool and looking him in the eye, deadpan. "I want my phone call." He leans slightly away from me. Obviously taken aback by my demand.
"What phone call?" He eventually snaps.
"When they arrest you, you get a phone call. I thought maybe we could apply the same rules to this kidnapping."
"I did not kidnap you. I stole you back."
I can't hold in my rage any longer. I bolt upright, smashing my forehead into his jaw on the way, and begin to yell. "I'm not a f*cking object for you to take. I can't be stolen or owned. I am a f*cking person you jackass. You would do well to remember who saved your stupid ass from Amarantha. And yes a WHO not a WHAT as you demand to refer to me as. I am a grown ass woman and you will give me the respect that I deserve!"
He rubs his jaw with one hand. Despite the pain, a small smirk adorns his face. I know that this is what he wanted. But I'm so past caring right now.
"Now let me call my f*cking husband!" He freezes then. Stops moving completely and just stares at me.
"You're what?" His voice is low, barely above a whisper.
"My husband you jackass."
He doesn't say anything, just backs away and attempts to sit down in his chair. He misses, and ends up landing on the floor with a thump.
As soon as he's on the ground I'm out of my seat. His phone sits on the table next to him and I scoop it up without caring. I dial Rhys' number as fast as I can and hit call. It stops during the second ring.
Before I can say anything Rhys' dark voice fills my ear. "Wherever you are Tamlin, I will find you, and I will kill you. Do you understand?" I'm about to answer when the phone is ripped out of my hand.
"You can't do anything to me while I have her." Tamlin's voice is just as dark and threatening. But, it doesn't send shivers up and down my spine like Rhys' did.
I can't hear what Rhys says, but I can see that Tamlin doesn't like it. First he balls his hands into fists, then takes a step toward me. I take a step back to keep the distance. He growls, and something flashes in his eyes. The next thing I know, he's got me by the hair and he's yanking me to the ground. Memories flood my mind and I fight to keep my breathing normal. Tamlin is now screaming something into the phone but I don't hear it. My entire world has been overtaken with panic. I cannot think, I cannot breath, cannot move.
That's when someone bangs on the door behind us. It's not the soft knock of a maid either. It's that hard sound that you think could break the door if it tried. The knock helps me to have something to focus on, but does nothing to relieve the panic in my chest. The knock sounds again. Tamlin begins to pull me by my hair towards the bathroom. I claw at his arm and I can feel my fingernails dig into his skin.
Tears start to uncontrollably roll out of my eyes and down my cheeks. I curse Tamlin, I curse PTSD, I curse the world. This is the time to fight, to get the upper hand. But I can't. I can't get Tamlin off of me. Not now. Not while this panic consumes me.
Another bang. Louder this time. And another. A grunt shortly follows it. I hear the wood begin to splinter and stop panicking. I stop hyperventilating. Stop breathing. Tamlin stops as well. He pulls my hair tighter, but despite that stays put.
Another large thump. I can see where the door is beginning to crack. That's when I realize exactly where I am. When that door breaks I'll be right in front of it. I may not always be perfect, but there is no way I'm letting Tamlin kill me through a broken door. That's not how I'm gonna go.
I push myself up with my legs and just back into Tamlin. He grunts and holds his ground. I brace one foot on the wall and shove him as hard as I can. He still doesn't move. The man is a f*cking brick. I reach up and wrap my other hand around his arm as well. As soon as I've got my balance I put my other foot on the wall. Suddenly all I can think about is the swim lessons I got before we lost everything. This woman would hold me upright and tell me to push off the wall as hard as I could. New tears join the dried ones on my face as I think back to Rhys teaching me to swim. Doing the exact same thing, then grinning like mad when I launched myself halfway across the pool with one push.
The door splinters more. Right, no more time for reminiscing, I need to get a better position. I take a deep breath and push against the wall as hard as I can. Tamlin grunts as I push him backwards into the bed. The door finally gives way, breaking at the hinges and sending its attacker stumbling into the room. Hazel eyes meet mine and I cry just a touch harder.
"What you cryin' about girl? We're here." A laugh breaks through my sobs. Apparently that's when Tamlin rejoins reality. He stands up, pulling me with him. I let out a sudden cry of pain. F*cking jackass, that's my hair. I close my eyes, trying to keep myself from having another panic.
That's when I hear it. The crunch of bone followed by a grunt. Tamlin releases my hair, I let go of his arm and tumble forward onto my hands and knees. I take a look at Tamlin, only to find him flat on his back, passed out. I look up to see Cassian grinning down at me.
"Did you need to hit him that hard?"
"Uh, yeah. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." I laugh, and he laughs with me. Then I take a deep breath and try to prepare myself to move. He stoops down in front of me and grabs my shoulders. "Do you want me to carry you?" I just nod.
The next thing I know, Cass is lifting me into his arms and taking me out of the room. Out of that place. I wrap my arms around his neck, bury my face in his chest, and just cry.
A.N: Like always read and review! Also, I am now taking suggestions for male names. The purpose for these names will be revealed later. (I've got to keep some secrets from you guys).