Silent treatment

A love hate relationship

"Cameron you haven't moved, eaten, or drunk anything for three days!"

And your point is? You haven't let me out for three days. I thought

"Cameron get up." His voice was calm but not the least relaxed. I ignored him and stayed still, my head is pounding.

I pointed to my head and he gave me a confused look. I pointed more ferociously at my heard and he just stood there.

Dummy.

I wonder where the three musketeers are.

"Baby please you need to eat. Me and my wolf are dying inside."

Maybe you should've thought about that before dragging me here.

I just crossed my arms and turned to face the wall. "Cameron eat some of this damned food before-!" I heard him take in multiple breaths before his voice became drastically louder. "Look Angel, I'm sorry for putting my hands on you in any negative way at all, but I have an angermanagement problem and I've been so depressed lately that its but gotten progressively worse." I didn't move an inch. "Princess say something." He begged.

Did he just say princess? Oh I'm defiantly going to beat his ass.

He put his hand on my shoulder and spun me around. "Say something." He begged again. I just stared at his chin. His hard ass chin.

Did he forget I can't?

"That's enough with the games Kitten."

This isn't a freaking game anymore. If it was his sorry ass would've lost his pride, cause I will sure as hell take it from him. "You can speak, the games are getting very old. And irritating." He added.

I pulled my blade out and drug the blade along the lines on my palm. I used to do this when I had nothing better to do. Which was very rare on account that I was always running. He snatched the last of my blades from my hand and stared down at me his eyes turning black. "Give me your hand." He ordered laying his palm face up in front of me.

I shook my head and clutched the bleeding limb behind my back. "Cameron give me your hand." His voice was low and empty so I sighed heavily and placed my small hand in his feeling tingles to shook through me. "Why?"

Good question.

I shrugged ripping my hand from his and made a motion with my hands asking for pencil and paper. He walked out and came back with several pieces of paper and a pen. so I wrote with my right hand, 'I thought I was your prisoner?'

"You are." He answered.

'I want to see how you treat your other prisoners.'

He shook his head. "No can do buttercup."

'I want to be treated like everyone else. Filth and all.' I wrote.

"A Luna, correction. My Luna doesn't sleep in the cells."

'Who says I want to be Luna? Maybe I have a boyfriend and family I need to take care of.' Lie.

He let out a low growl pulled me securely into a death lock in his arms. "You're mine."

I squirmed under him and his breath fanned my face. "Stop struggling against me." I kept squirming under him and his took hold of my chin roughly and put his lips on mine.

My body tensed and I stopped moving. My eyes gradually closed and I began to move my lips against his. I ran my fingers through his thick mane making him moan aloud.

This is so wrong.

I pulled against him and looked coyly down at my chest. "What's wrong?"

What's wrong is that I just let a monster steal my first kiss. And I enjoyed it.

He took hold of my chin gingerly this time and made me face his silver eyes. I tried to pull away again and his hands cupped my face. "Baby what's wrong?" I laughed at myself making self-depreciating jokes in my head.

He picked me up, sat on the bed, and put me in his lap. "Am I allowed to kiss you again?" I stared blankly at the floor ignoring his question thinking of what I heard people say about me behind my back as a child.

You're a mutt, you don't deserve love.

Look away, that monstrosity is nothing but garbage.

I wonder where that child's parents went wrong.

The list went on.

I subconsciously traced the long scar that spread down the side of my neck and stopped as it disappeared under the heavy T-shirt and stopped before the waistband of my underwear.

"Baby, you okay?" Darius asked caressing my cheek with his thumb and the back of his fingers. He picked up the hand that laid on top of the scar and looked down at it then down at my turned head.

His lips found my skin and he kissed down my collarbone leaving little love marks, tingles erupted on every spot he let his lips linger above.

This feels so good.

He brought his face up to mine and I licked my lips to moisten them and bit my bottom lip. I looked hesitantly at him. "You look scared out of your skin."

Wow thanks for the confidence booster.

I got off of him feeling his closest friend on my thigh and sat on the floor. He raised an eyebrow at me. "What 'cha thinking about?"

He doesn't need to know.

I shook my head.

Nothing.

He stared at me blankly for a few moments before getting up off the bed. "I uh, have to go."

So do I.

"Make sure you eat."

I make no promises.

"I'll be back later."

I won't.

"Love you." He said kissing my forehead.

Hate you.

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A/N

I think you can classify that as a love hate relationship.

So what do you think about her hesitations?

Think she'll get caught this time?

Why do you think she's running?

Teaser: "So my dear you've finally come home." I stared at the man in the eyes. "Well Gale, I have plenty of assignments already lined up for you. Oh and take Tate with you, he has missed your company."

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-Dauntless