DERANGED

8

Xenon-

Punching the mirror several times until I watched the blood ooze out of my knuckles and stain whatever was left of the shattered glass of the mirror, I grabbed my head as I took in deep steady breaths trying to calm myself.

"Fuck."

I groaned out before landing another punch to the mirror until there was absolutely nothing left of it, my mind was doing a 360 in my head and I was beginning to lose myself around this girl. Why was it that she was having these effects on me? I was doing better, I was getting better but the more I was around her, the worse I got. She had to go and fuck it all up and see Emmi's face. Even if I was willing to let her go before, I couldn't do it now, not with her knowing one of my guys' faces. But I couldn't keep her here, that would mean I'd be risking bringing harm to her and if I hurt her, I'd never forgive myself.

"FUCK!"

I growled out this time, panting like my life depended on it as my chest heaved up and down, rising and falling so violently that one would think that I may have already lost control but not yet, not just yet, I was still holding onto whatever ounce of restraint I had left.

Why weren't these pills working anymore? Fuck.

"Everything ok in there?"

Her soft voice clutched me like a hot summers Eve, boiling my blood and making my skin crawl with the warmth of her tone.

"Hello?"

She called out again, why was she even here? She should've been tied up somewhere else... away from me.

Putting my mask back on, I opened the bathroom door, water still dripping down my body from the shower I had took, the one that had sent me off to an uncontrollable rage.

"What are you doing here?"

I asked her bluntly to which she replied with-

"I needed to use the bathroom and- oh god."

Her eyes now on my bleeding fists before glancing to the shattered mirror in the bathroom, she rushed over to me, grabbing my hands in hers.

"What did you do?."

She asked as she studied my bloody knuckles before going into the bathroom, searching the cupboards for probably first aid kit.

"Leave it."

I said sternly as I stood back against the doorframe, watching her rushing around, the first aid kit wasn't there but I let her go on her wild goose chase.

"Where are your first aid kits?"

She paused for a second, looking at me, waiting for me to give her an answer.

"It's just bloody knuckles Asha."

I sighed, I didn't know why she was making such a big deal out of it, I literally had a branch going straight through me and I survived it, thanks to her but now she was worried about a little scratch on my knuckles?

"Where is it?"

She wasn't letting up and I didn't feel like entertaining her so striding over to her, I grabbed her, throwing her over my shoulder, startling her with my sudden movement, she froze against me for a moment before she asked me what I was doing, ignoring her I carried her over to the bedroom we had given her before setting her on her feet.

"Just behave."

I was willing to plead with her, she didn't know just how harmful I could be for her and I needed her to just not test my patience.

"I said I will find a way to get you out of this situation safe and sound so just sit back and wait, don't get in my way and I won't get in yours."

She blinked at me like I was speaking gibberish.

Taking her a long amount of time and with lots of given thought, she respond with a simple 'ok.' But before I could leave the room and lock the door behind me, she called out to me, speaking words that I didn't want to hear-

"You're having an episode."

She said, informing me that she had indeed saw my antipsychotics in the bathroom cupboard, of course she'd see it. It didn't have my full name on it so it didn't matter.

"What are you, a doctor?"

I glared at her, not wanting to have this conversation with her right now, what happened to be agreeing to not being in my way? It's like she was trying to purposely annoy me.

"Maybe, are you a psycho?"

Letting out a small involuntary chuckle, I turned to face her.

"Maybe, anything else?"

She looked at me before her eyes leaned down to my knuckles again.

"Yeah, you should probably get your knuckles checked out."

Was she playing with me?

Striding over to her with my deliberate slow and steady steps, I cornered her until she was pressed against the wall, trying to distance herself from me as I pulled out my pocket knife and held it up in front of her face, she needed to realise that I was not one to be played with. That this was no joke, she was in a very sticky situation and at any point my men could end her life or possibly do worse than that if she didn't behave, I wasn't always going to be there to protect her.

"Listen to me and listen to me very carefully."

I whispered into her face with malice lingering within my voice as the words oozed from my tongue and reached her.

"Look around you, you are a small fragile girl trapped in a place with 6 men, men that have no problem taking lives like it means absolutely nothing because it doesn't. Your life does not have a meaning for any of my men out there, I may have saved you once but I can't promise I will do it again. Tread very carefully, just because we haven't showed you our dark side yet, don't mean that we don't have one."

With her eyes searching mine, instead of inching into the wall, she took a step towards me, holding her head high and proud as she said-

"Don't you ever assume that I'm not ready to die."

And with that, I had to give her a reminder that-

"Death is the most lenient of the punishments you'd receive."

I was speaking into her ear now as I reached out my bloody hand and traced my fingers between her thighs as I said-

"There are other ways to get you to cave in."

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