"I'm not a bad person."
"Yes you are, Troy. You are also more than that. You are a monster."
Everyone thought Troy was a monster. Even as a child. Davina felt the need to protect the broken. That was no different when she met Troy Otto.
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I half heartedly follow Steve back to the dinning hall, still not really hungry from all that I ate earlier. Nonetheless, I stand behind Blake with a tray in my hands. I grabbed small amounts of each item, not to overfill my plate. There wasn't much I hated more than wasting food.
I grabbed a glass of water before making my way to the tables. Not knowing where to sit, I sit next to Blake. He gave me a small, reassuring smile before looking down at my tray which held less than half the food that his did.
"Davina, you really should eat more than that."
"I can't. My body won't let me. I've been eating so little for so long." I sighed, "My body isn't used to it yet. That's all."
He just nodded and didn't bother me about it again. Blake and a few other faces I didn't recognize were chatting about some scouting mission they recently got back from and I sat silently and ate my food.
Only had made it halfway through my meal when I was interrupted by a presence in front of me.
"Oh did someone let the dog out of its cage. How does it feel to be free, mutt?"
"Shut the fuck up, Willy." I replied, rolling my eyes.
This response was not what he was looking for. It triggered a switch inside him and I could see the rage bubbling to the surface. He used his left hand to swipe my tray off the table and it fell to the ground with a crash. Looks like I don't get to finish my meal.
"What did you say to me, mutt? Your kind don't get to speak to me like that, filthy mongrel."
My quick witted reply was intercepted by a presence that was now sitting to my left, and had a large hand squeezing my thigh. Conveniently where my healing wounds were. I bit my tongue to prevent flinching in pain.
"Willy, shut the hell up and take a lap."
Willy gets up angrily from the table and walks away, but not before bending down to my ear and whispering, "I should have killed you during play time the other day. Oh well, I guess we will have to schedule another play date."
I wanted to get up and go after him. I wanted to kill him. The hand that was on my thigh kept me anchored to my seat. I clawed at it in an attempt for him to remove his hand. I glared directly into Troy's ocean blue eyes and stated, "Let me go, Troy." under my breath.
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This only made his grip tighter. I squirmed in my seat as pain radiated down my leg. He once again leaned close to me, his lips nearly touching my ear.
"Do not speak to my men like that."
I wasn't going to let him get away with intimidating me. He would not make me submit. Before I spoke, I got just as close to him as he did to me. I could tell that I was making him visibly uncomfortable. I pulled my switchblade from my pocket and aimed it near his groin.
