Dangerous Love

Chapter 11

Her eyes lingered on the plate full of food. If anyone would even call it that. Her stomach rumbles, begging her to eat. She doesn't want to give in. But she might have to. It had been 3 days. 3 long days. Her make up covering her scar was no longer. Her hair was neat no longer. Her happiness was no longer.

No sight of Eliot since 3 nights ago, just strangers handing her food. She hasn't even received torturing or a beating. She counted that as luxury. Davina sat on her sleeping bag that was in the cell already, right next to the poorly constructed toilet. That's all there was. Of course, the un eaten food as well, but that usually gets taken away within 30 minutes of receiving it. Davina stares outside her cell. The only source of light was the dim, flickering light bulb above her.

Is Nadia alright? Are her parents happy to be reunited with her? How is everyone handling the loss of Davina? Do they even care? Are they looking for her? That's all Davina wants answered.

The creak of the trap door causes Davina to snap out of her daydream. She contemplates quickly shoving the food in her mouth but refuses. Loud steps stop at each of the cells and gets closer and closer until the person steps into view. Davina looks up and was shocked to see dark green eyes staring down at her. Her heart beat quickens as she sat up straight. He was wearing a white button up t-shirt with a tie around his neck, along with black pants. His hair was as curly and messy as always. Eliot looked down on Davina with sadness. Like he didn't want her to be in there. He opens the door to enter and goes to pick up the plate when he looks at Davinas face more closely.

His facial expression changed into something more confused and angry. He walks over and crouches in front of Davina. He observes the right side of her face. Slowly, he raised his hand which causes Davina to flinch.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He says. Davina continued to stay still as he brought his hand up to her face. He cups her face with his left hand and carefully traces her scar that started from the tip of her eyebrow to her nose. Instead of being ashamed of the scar and try to hide it, she felt admiration. The touch was so gentle, nothing like how he was before, causing tingles to go down her spine.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" He questions, his hand still cupping her face. None of them noticed that his hand was still there, or at least pretended not to notice. Davina wasn't sure why he cared but chose not to say anything about it.

"You know, you're not the only one with a messed up past." She mumbles. He stayed silent, as a sign of wanting her to continue, "Crappy mum with her crappy boyfriends." She confirmed. She could feel his hand tense and he removed it. The area where his hand was felt cold and empty now.

He returned back to the untouched plate of food.

"They've been saying you aren't eating. Why?" He asks, picking up the plate.

"Look at it. You can hardly call that food." Davina complains.

"You should be thankful you're getting anything at all. After what you pulled." Eliot looks down on Davina again. Her head looked down at the floor as the memory flooded back, "Look at me Davina." He demands. It was hard not to do what he asks for. So her head rises and looks at him again.

"You can't be serious about that. Anyone would've done what I did, it's like getting mad at dogs when they bark or birds that chirp in the morning." Davina points out. She had a valid point but not according to Eliot.

"You should've been thankful. We gave you a room. Everyone told me not to bother. That betraying someone's trust was just Desmond instinct. They were right." Eliot spits back.

"I was being held against my will. What part of this don't you understand? There was no trust to betray. I took my best friends place in here after you tortured her, I didn't want the same happening to me." Eliot seemed hurt.

"I didn't think I'd have to say this, Davina, but I don't want to hurt you. From the night I left you behind to 3 nights ago when I should've killed you. I didn't hurt you." Eliot argues. Didn't hurt her? What a load of bullshit. Davina pulls up her sleeves to where Eliot had held onto her to reveal a bruise.

"Didn't hurt me, huh? What about putting me in this place. That's not hurting me? It's in your nature to hurt, Hartley." Davina yells. Eliot would've retaliated back but he couldn't take his eyes off the bruise he had caused. He walked towards Davina again and bent down. His hand gently touches the big bruise and he closes his eyes in regret.

"I'm sorry." Eliot mutters, pulling his hand away again.

"What was that?" Davina asks, shocked at the statement.

"I said I'm sorry. I acted the way I acted because I didn't want you to want to leave. Also because you disobeyed my orders." Eliot says. Davina was confused.

"You know I'm terrified of you, right?" She asks.

"I know. It's my fault. I'll fix it." He says.

"Why do you care? You clearly didn't with Nadia... what's so special about me?" Davina asks.

"That's another conversation for another time, love." Eliot says, back to his ways with the names. He gets up and turns around, walking out the cell and locking it again. He looked at Davina once more before walking out again.

What had just happened? Why had he taken such a liking to her? What was so special? Davinas head filled with questions again, unable to answer them, once again.