"Why are you so nervous?" Finn asks, sliding his hand over my thigh. We were sitting in the Dublin airport, and I was quite literally sweating my ass off. Not because I was hot, but airplanes made me super nervous.
"The thought of diving nose first and crashing into the ocean is a reoccurring nightmare of mine." I admit, making him chuckle.
"We will be fine." He assures me, "And if in some kind of freak accident the plane does decide to crash, I'll transport us out of there." He chuckles.
"Why didn't you just transport us to Louisiana?" I growl at him. Why spend unnecessary money on plane tickets if he could just use his powers to get us there instantly.
"Because I'd like to have this experience with you." He smiles. "I'd like to have as many normal, human, Earthy experiences with you as I possibly can." He adds. I try to hide my smile from him and bury my face into his bicep. The butterflies in my stomach were in full force right now. When he says things like that, it makes me want to just be with him forever.
"Ok." I reply, my words muffled by his shirt. We had a good 17 hour plane ride to get back home, along with a couple transfers. The whole thing sounded miserable to me, but I wasn't about to bitch about it. He never brought up the whole torture thing again after that night in the kitchen, but I have noticed that the last couple times we were at the castle he'd kept a closer eye on me and didn't stay away near as long as he usually did. Which means, that I didn't have any time to go and see Solomon. I was on the other hand able to speak with Baron before we left so that he knew he had to go ahead to get Sol out of there.
"Were you this concerned on the flight here?" He asks.
"Yes." I confirm. "Poor Kelly." I add with a sympathetic look. Since it was Kel that had to deal with me on the trip out here.
"Indeed." He agrees, trying not to smile.
"You're an asshole." I laugh, smacking his arm.
"I'm not." He smirk, putting an arm around me shoulder. We board the plane and I move the arm rest between us, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Do you get ill?" He questions, looking down at me.
"I don't." I shake my head. "As long as I don't eat or drink for the next 17 hours." I add, earning a very unpleased look.
"You can't go all day without eating anything." He basically scolds me.
"If I eat, I might get air sick." I warn him. "It's just better if I skip food and drinks and eat like a cow when we get to Louisiana." I say. He lets out a long, loud sigh but doesn't push the subject anymore.
***...***...***
"Momma!" I exclaim, wrapping my arms around her neck. Finn had chosen to spend the extra money to fly in closer to home, so my parents were able to pick us up from the airport. In my peripheral vision I see my daddy giving Finn a skeptical once over.
"Oh my baby girl, I missed you." She tells me, her voice muffled by my shoulder.
"I missed you too." I reply, letting her go.
"Get in here." My daddy says, holding his arms out for me. I only grin and let him wrap them around me. Not much more felt like home than this. "You stay gone too long." He grumbles at me.
"I know." I sigh as he loosened his grip on me. "Momma, daddy this is my boyfriend Finn. Finn, Theresa and Junior." I introduce them. My momma wastes no time in hugging him, and I can tell it caught Finn a little off guard but he recovered quickly.
"Sir, delighted to meet you." He says to my daddy, extending a hand. Junior grunts, barely acknowledging him but does shake his hand.
"Finn, what do you like to eat?" Momma asks him on the car ride home. Thank god it was only about a half hour, because the tension my daddy was creating in the driver seat was about to blow everyone out the windows.
"I'll be delighted to eat anything you make, mam." He replies, making my daddy let out a 'pshh' sound in front of me. I reach around and punch him in the shoulder, not hard, but enough to make him glower at me in the rear view mirror.
"Can you please just be nice?" I growl at him, earning an eye roll.
"I ain't bein' mean." he tries to defend himself. This time is was my momma's turn to look over and glare at him. "What?" He asks her, pulling into our driveway.
"You just go get settled in, I'll be-" My momma starts.
"In the kitchen when we're done." I finish for her and she smiles, nodding. My momma was always in the kitchen. She was just brought up in that time where women were house wives, and it just wasn't for me.
"I didn't think your father would be quite that intimidating." Finn admits once I'd shut our bedroom door.
"Big, bad, demon king can't handle my daddy?" I smirk at him, raising an eyebrow.
"This is different." He tells me, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It's extremely important to me that your family approves of me. I already get the feeling he doesn't particularly like me." He sighs.
"My daddy just needs time, he'll be fine." I assure him. "Just don't show fear." I smile at him, palming his face. "Thank you, for doing this." I say to him. Even if it's all happening really, really fast.
"You don't need to thank me." He chuckles. "I want to be here with you." A few moments of silence pass between us as I unpack a few things that I'd need tonight. "You won't mind distracting your parents while I check on things at the castle tomorrow afternoon would you?" He questions.
"What?" I snap, turning around.
Oh, oh... Too much. I cared about that statement way too much.
"I'll only be gone a half hour at most. Is that a problem?" He questions, obviously caught off guard by my small outburst.
"Yeah, it's a fucking problem." I hiss at him. "We're here to spend time with my family, and you're going to fucking leave. It's a god damn problem." I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "You don't think that Baramire can make it 7 days without you? I'm pretty sure he's gone longer before."
"I won't go then." He says simply, throwing up the white flag. "You're right." No... That was too easy. It was way to fucking easy. I hated these weird mind games that he played, I know he's fucking with my head right now.
"No. Go. I don't fucking care." I shake my head. I was trying to first off cover up my freaking about him leaving and potentially catching Baron in the act of busting Solomon out, and secondly because now I was pissed off at him for even thinking it was going to be alright with me that he was going to go back to the castle even if just for a half hour. I wouldn't leave his family if we were visiting them. Note to self: Ask about any relatives at some point in the future.
"Well, I'm definitely not going now." He shakes his head with a short chuckle. I put the last of my bathroom stuff on the counter, trying hard not to lose my shit on him.
"No. Go." I repeat, kicking off my shoes. "Maybe you should just fucking go now." I sarcastically suggest. Before he can even respond I whip the bedroom door open and head into the living room. He's literally right behind me and I crawl onto the couch, sitting right up against my daddy and snuggling into him.
"Hey babygirl." He mumbles, glaring daggers at Finn who was now standing there awkwardly. He chooses to sit down in the loveseat across from us. Normally I'd tell my daddy off about looking at my boyfriend that way, but right now he could glare a whole through him for all I cared. Finn was looking at me, and I know he was cursing me internally for bailing out into the living room like I did.
"Daddy, when can we go fishin'?" I ask him, wrapping my arm around his right arm.
"When ever you want." He answers. "That boyfriend of yours know how to fish?" He asks me.
"Why don't you ask him." I suggest, avoiding Finn's eyes. Edward doesn't say anything, he just looks over expectantly at Finn, who had his hands nicely folded in his lap.
"I've never been fishing before, sir." He shakes his head, earning a scoff.
"Suppose we'll have to teach ya then." Edward replies, letting out a sigh.
"And you'll have the best teachers." My momma calls out to us from the kitchen. "Baby, you wanna go to the store for me?" She asks me.
"Sure momma." I agree, slipping on a pair of her flip flops that were laying by the couch. "You comin'?" I ask Finn when Junior hands me his truck keys. One thing I was not... Was mean enough to leave him here alone with my momma and daddy, regadless of if we were fighting or not.
"Of course." He nods pushing himself up off the couch.
"I need some fish fry, and get y'all somethin' to drink. I know you don't drink your daddy's beer." She says to me as we were walking out the door.
"Ok." i call back.
"That was cowardly. Hiding behind your father in the middle of our discussion." Finn states. He basically refused to look at me right now. I only shrugged, basically ignoring the comment. "I did not realize that it was this important to you, and I apologize for being insensitive to that. I won't go." He says, glancing at me sideways.
"Ok." I shrug again.
So, that being said...
***...***...***
The next morning when I woke up I could literally feel the tention in the air. I cracked an eye open and glanced at the clock, it was only 6:02 in the morning, there was still plenty of time to go back to sleep. Instead I rolled over and looked up at Finn with big green, and of course very innocent eyes. He was propped against the head board of the bed, staring right back down at me. While I was looking at him with bedroom eyes, his stare was more angry and maybe a little menacing. I noticed as I onced him over, that he was also dressed.
"Why are you dressed so early?" I basically groan, running my hand over his leg. His thigh muscle clenched under my touch and I look up at him again.
"Is it early?" He questions, furrowing his brow.
"It's fucking 6 am." I growled at him. He glanced at the clock.
"Indeed." He agrees. He stares straight ahead. I knew the second I woke up that something wasn't right, but he was starting to freak me out.
"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting up more in bed. "Are you ok?"
"I am fine, my love." He says, looking at me. He tries to smile, but it honestly looked more painful than anything.
"Ok, my turn to say you're lying to me." I raise my eyebrows. "Come on Finn... You're dressed, for one thing. Plus I could feel your tension when I woke up. Tell me what's wrong." I press.
"I have a missing prisoner and left overs of a wolf." He finally answers.
"You fucking went home? Are you serious?" I sigh annoyed, narrowing my eyes. His angry gaze focuses on me, and I hold my own not backing down. "You said you were staying here with me, you couldn't stay away from there for 7 fucking days?" i ask him. If it were possible his gaze grew even more upset, it actually made me shrink back into the bed slightly.
"Let me tell you about what happened." He suggests calmly. I huff and cross my arms over my chest but nod for him to go on. "I decided to check on things while you were asleep, so it would not bother anyone. When I arrived home Baramire informed me of our missing prisoner. His name is Solomon." He looks right into my eyes when he said Solomon's name. I couldn't hold the eye contact and glanced at out the window before back to him. "But I suppose you would already know that since you've been down there." He says in that low dangerous tone I've heard before.
"I have no idea what you're going on about." I scoff and shake my head, trying to play it off.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Annabelle." He snaps. "Baramire handed me these," he holds out his hand where there were a couple hot pink bobby pins in his palm. My, hotpink bobby pins. My stomach dropped. "The men saw he and Baron making their way through a portal on the far side of the forest but didn't make it to them in time. How long have you been conspiring with Baron behind my back? How long have you been going to the dungeons?" He asks me. His eyes were literally burning a hole through me right now. My mouth was dry, and I didn't know how to respond. I couldn't deny it, he hand the proof in the palm of his hand. But I was about to deny anyway, deny till you die, right?
"Like I said... I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." I say, pushing myself up off the bed. I tried to make a hasty exit, because I knew my momma an daddy were both up in the kitchen by now, but he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. "You're fucking hurting me." I try to yank my wrist out of his hand but in the struggle he'd ended up with both wrists in each hand, holding me hard and flush against him. While he was looking right down at me I had my head turned to the side, focusing hard on the dresser by the bed. "Stop being an asshole, my bobby pins don't prove fucking shit. They fall out, everywhere." I growl at him.
"You've been sneaking around the castle for weeks now and I've turned cheek the other way, but once you start letting my prisoners go I can no longer pretend you're up to nothing." He tells me. "Now the conversation in the kitchen makes perfect sense. It also makes perfect sense on why you fought with me about visiting home. You didn't want Baron to get caught in the act." He growled. Well, it was actually more like a soft roar.
"What's goin' on in there? Baby girl you alright?" My daddy calls through the door. Finn immediately retracts, letting my wrists go and stepping back from me a few feet.
"Everything is fine daddy. Is momma makin' breakfast?" I call back. I could feel the shakiness in my voice, but I managed to sound normal through the wooden door. My right hand was rubbing my left wrist.
"She is, you want your eggs scrambled?" He asks through the door.
"Yes please." I say, "Finn likes them the same way." I add, looking at his angry face. "I"ll be out in a minute." I hear him retreat from the door and I turn around to look for some pants to put on. Before I had a chance to even reach for the dresser drawer Finn had pushed me into the bathroom and pinned me against the bathroom counter. "Stop..." I murmur, not looking him in the eyes. The counter was digging into my back, he had me held so hard against it.
"Right now is a good time to start telling me the fucking truth, Annabelle." He whispers it in my ear. It may have been a soft whisper, but he may as well have just screamed at me because I flinched like he did.
"You're scaring me." I say pathetically. My heart was racing, my body was clammy and shaking, and I was fighting back tears. I'm not sure why I was about to cry, probably the sudden attitude he'd taken on.
"Stop lying to me." Was his simple response.
"I'm not lying." I insist. I gasp when his hand flies up and grabs my chin hard, fingers pressing into my skin and forcing me to look at him. Using the last of the courage I had at the moment, "You better take your fucking hand off me." I snarl at him, pushing him back a couple feet with my hands to his chest. "Don't you ever think it's ok to put your damn hands on me like that." I point an accusing finger at him. He didn't look convince at all. It was closer to a 'remind why I tolerate you' kind of look. "Maybe you should just go the fuck home. I'll make up some kind of excuse for you." I tell him, pulling on a pair of sweat pants.
"Annabelle-" He said through gritted teeth and reaches for me but I cut him off and basically leap out of the bathroom. I pulled the bathroom door shut, hard, giving myself enough time to make it to the bedroom door before he got to me again. "Annabelle!" I heard him call again, pulling the door back open.
"End of discussion." I say whipping the bedroom door open.
Shit was about to go down when we got home.
A/N: I don't know... I don't really have anything to say here. Lol. Hope you enjoyed it like I enjoyed writing it. I deeply enjoy writing and angry Finn. Yes, yes, more of that I think