Victor -Part 11-

I storm out of the room, not wanting to be any where near Edgar. 'How could he think such horrible things?' As I rush to the front door, Martha tries to stop me. "Victor, where are you off to?"

"I have something I need to take care of.'

"Is everything alright? The doctor seemed to be in a hurry when he left."

"Everything is fine. I just have to go and speak with someone." I race out the door and jump on my horse and take off into the woods. I needed to get away from him. 'I save his life and this is how he still thinks of me? I havn't done anything to him he didn't want. He never once tried to stop me. Did he?' I ride untill I come to a clearing. I stop my horse and jump down, letting her roam free and eat the fresh grass. I walk to a cool shady spot and sit against a tree. I look threw the canopy of trees to the blue sky above. 'Clouds are coming back. We should have another storm hitting soon.' I look back at my horse and watch as she chews the wet grass, still in slight shock from Edgars accusation. 'My poor young pup, what horrors that man has put you through. But, I am not him. What will it take for me to prove that I really do care about you? That I might even...' I lean back and close my eyes. Shaking my feeling of Edgar out of my mind. I try to calm myself by listening to the sound of the birds and the rustle of wind though the trees. 'I mean, I can't blame the kid for being suspicious of me now. If I was kidnapped and forced into slavery by a bunch of wolves, i'd have some trust issues, too.' I finally begin to calm down and decide to walk home. I grab my horse from the reigns and begin to lead her back in the direction of the house. After what seemed like an hour I am finally through the woods and in front of the house. I slowly make my way inside. I decide to face Edgar now rather than later. I had to set things right. I go upstairs to my room. To my surprise, the door is locked. I shake the handle. "Edgar? Why is the door locked?" I listen, but no answer. "Edgar! Open this door this instant! Don't think I wont break this fucker down to get to you, my young pup!" I press my ear against the door but can still hear nothing. As I feel my anger begin to rise, I slam my body against the door, it comes crashing down. I rush into the room and panic when I see Edgar is not in bed. I scan the room and quickly find him, laying in a tub in front of the fire. He is in shock, as if he had been jerked awake.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Can't I take a bath without everyone barging in here!?"

"Is that why the door was locked?"

"Yes! Martha and your sister kept just walking in here, so I got myself up and locked it. Is that ok with you?"

"Well, I thought you might need something. But when you didn't answer, I assumed the worst."

"Well, I fell asleep, ok! It was so relaxing in here, that I couldn't help myself and let myself drift off."

"Well next time, don't lock the fucking door. I wan't to be able to come and go as I please. This is my room after all."

"Then get me a different room!"

"No! You are going to stay were I can keep an eye on you!" He looks at me with a mixture of shock and anger on his face.

"Or what? You gonna take me back to Hans? Let him 'fuck me senseless'?" The words feel like fire in my ears. My heart stings as he says this. Now I know how he must have felt when I said it to him.

"Edgar...I'm sorry I said that to you." I look down at the ground as I make my way over to the tub. The smell of flowers enters my nose as I approach him, intoxicating. "I didn't meen to hurt you, that is the last thing I would ever want to do to you."

"Then why did you say that?"

"I was angry with you. How can you accuse me of such things when I have never done anything you didn't want! You never once tried to stop me!"

"I didn't know I was allowed to stop you!"

"You could have stoped me at any time! You want me just as bad as I want you!"

"Bull shit! If I would have tried to stop you, you wouldn't stop! It would have probably made it worse!"

"I WOULD HAVE STOPPED!" My sudden outburst startles him, sending him cowering to the other side of the tub. I approach the tub and grab a towel. "You need to get out. The water is getting cold, you'll get sick." He just sits and stares at me. "I said get out. The cold water will be hell on your sore muscles if you don't. He slowly stands up and I hand him the towel. He wraps himself in it as he steps out, making sure to cover himself so I can't see his privates. I smile to myself. 'It's not like I havn't seen them before and wont see them again my young pup.' I step to the side and wait for him to get dressed.

"Do you mind?" I turn around and wait for him to dress. He clears his throat to signal he is done. I turn to see him slowly make his way to the bed. I go over and help lift him into a comfortable sitting position.

"I told you, I am NOT Hans. What will it take for me to prove that I really do care about you?"

"I don't know," I look into his eyes as I see sadness returning. I pull him close, holding him as tight as his broken ribs will let me. I stroke his hair as he wraps his arms around me.

"I promise, no matter what happens, I will always keep you safe, my young pup."