Chapter 8 – Paying The Price

R.P.O.V

I pounded on the door, but it was blocked. I knew that it was useless, but I still needed to try. I sighed as I gave up, and I started to walk away. I cursed myself for my temper, and my harshness. It wasn't his fault.

I was almost gone when I heard Moses scream. Panic rose in me, and I didn't know what to do. I ran up the stairs and pounded on the door, begging him to let me in. There was another scream, and then all sound stopped.

I didn't know how to open the door and enter the room. So instead, I sat outside the door, and waited. Moses would have to come out of his room sometime, and when he did, I would be here, and I wouldn't move until I saw him. Until I knew that he was all right.

I knew what I had done was wrong. I didn't deny it. But at least he now knew that he was mine. I shook my head, angry at myself for thinking that way.

I don't know how long I was sitting there before my eyes started to droop, and tiredness set into my body. I fought my eyes, but soon, they won, and I slept.

I woke with a start when someone touched my shoulder. I gasped as I looked up at my father, concern in his eyes, but I refused to move, or to even talk to him. I sat against the wall and stared out the window, and eventually he left me alone, only placing a blanket beside me.

There was still no sound in Moses' room, and I wished that there was a way that I could get in, that I could try and help him, to say that I was sorry, that I didn't mean to hurt him, that I only wanted him to myself. But I knew that I had gone about it the wrong way, and now I was paying the price.

I sighed, wanting to break into the room and find out what was happening. The suspense was killing me. I needed my Moses. But I felt like I had blown my chances.

M.P.O.V

I woke on my bed, disoriented. My head hurt, and I wanted to go back to bed. But I sat up and looked around my room. The vase was still against the door, and the flowers were scattered all over the room. My bed was messed up and I didn't know what I wanted to do apart from sleep and hide. I knew that there was a chance that Ramses was still outside, and so I didn't want to go there.

I starred at the door, and just when my eyes started to close, the pounding on the door began again. I cringed, and I felt all my sore muscles scream at me to stop moving. Tears began to pour down my face again as I thought of Ramses and the blows that he ad showered me with.

I scooted backwards across the bed, and I wanted nothing more then to be able to melt into the wall. How could I ever face him again? After he had made it so clear that I was his, and that I could never leave, never find a different love, I could never be happy.

I curled in on myself, trying to block out the pounding on the door.