Too Bad, So Sad.

chapter three: Salem Greece

I woke up to a disheveled Salem Greece. Her appearance was stained in blood splatters and her hair in disarray. Her eyes were dull and her mouth didn't curve upwards or downwards it laid there unmoving. She wasn't even watching over me; she stared out the window silently. My full attention was on Salem's claw-like nails–painted a blood red, tracing her teared shirt hem. Her fingers  are long and pretty. I tilted my head to the side, is she avoiding me? She didn't waver even though I had made a sound whilst attempting to sit up. It hurt like a bitch. Salem–still facing the other direction said; "You slept well I presume? I'm pleased you didn't hear the aftermath of me and Malcolm's feud." Is this something I expected she'd say to me? No. I thought she wouldn't want to mention what happened earlier. She keeps proving me wrong and it bothered me. I didn't respond, instead I kept my eye on Salem's bloodied cheek. Did she kill her own brother? Did he do this?

Fucking hell why do I care? I don’t care. I don’t fucking care.

"Are you wondering if I killed him?" Is this bitch in my fucking brain?  "I roughed him up for going against my wishes but he's not dead. Although, he might as well be a rotting corpse and yes he caused the cut on my cheek." She said nonchalantly. 

"You'd murder your own brother?" The question slipped out. She laughed, nodding her head, still not facing me. "He's my half brother and I hold no fondness towards him..he always tries to steal my clients and he does a horrible job cleaning crime scenes. Can you believe he's the oldest? Twenty-nine years old and he gets one upped by his eighteen year old sister." I kept quiet waiting for more information. Salem sensed this and turned her head smirking at me. "You want to hear about our differences while you lay in bed?" I nodded my head oddly calmly. I wasn't on high alert despite the amount of blood on Salem's body. "The first day me and Malcolm met he told me he'd be thrilled if I died in a so-called accident. Upon hearing that I hammered my switch blade into his right thigh, he screamed like a baby. Father enjoyed our violent outburst and encouraged them. We, after all, are replaceable. He received love from his mother while I didn’t. He was neglected by my father and I wasn’t. What Malcolm doesn’t understand is our father doesn’t love me; he loves my obedience and work ethic. He will never love me as I am. If I do not kill for him I am as good as dead. If I don’t lead properly I should be tortured and never have the right to my own space ever again. In the end it’s better not to be my father’s favorite but Malcolm will never understand that. Oh well.” Salem shrugged standing up from where she was to approach the end of the bed. She checked my monitor and observed my facial expression. "You're doing better than I thought. Excellent.” She looked up at the clock and frowned. “I have to go to a meeting. I'll be back momentarily. Viola will be here to stand guard. I’ll miss you~!" She sang.

"You're leaving me?" Why do I care? I think I just don't want to be bored while held hostage. Yeah that’s it! Good enough reasoning for this feeling I'm having. Mhm.

"I'll be back soon. I have to change out of these blood stained clothes and speak with my crew. They have a new mission that must be completed in a timely fashion." Salem warmly smiled at me. It weirded me out since she smiled at me when she beat the shit out of me. It was a cute smile I'm not going to lie but it was also haunting and hidden with an ulterior motive. Are her feelings for me real?

A knock was heard on the door. I witnessed Salem tense up slightly, she sighed standing up and walking to open the door. The girl who gave Salem the news about her brother stepped back into the room smiling at Salem with adoring eyes. Does she like her or something? Wait a damn minute why am I thinking about that? She doesn’t belong to me. She tried to kill me! For fucks sake get out of my damn head!

"Greetings Ms.Sie." Viola greeted me,  her smiling fading. She turned back to Salem who was staring into her eyes. "You take proper care of her Viola or I'll have your head." Salem threatened leaving the room after she made her point.