Hard Time's

Don't Bother

You decide to go because if you stay here you might kill somebody. '(y/n) nice to see you are you going out? I never go to introduce myself before I'm Marc-' the officer speaks to you like you are old friends. 'Oh do shut up Martin.' you breeze passed him. 'It's M-Marc. Have a nice evening!' he calls after you. You zip up your coat and go for a walk you aren't sure where to you just continue to walk. 'Ridiculous, keeping John in the room she won't even let you in girl.' you ruffle the dalmatian's ears. A branch snaps and you look around the forest on the grounds the moon isn't the best tonight. 'Is someone there?!' Genghis stays by your side she crouches down and starts snarling. 'What is it, girl? It was just the wind.' you reassure her.

When you are knocked unconscious you do not see who does it. When you come to the sun is high in the sky. You are groggy and your head is killing you. You see the log that was most definitely the culprit it has dry blood on it. Genghis is curled up beside you she stayed with you and it's a good thing or you have died from hypothermia. 'Hey, girl.' Genghis whines affectionately her tale starts wagging and she gives you a few licks. 'Let's go it's freezing.' you start to head home but you see Genghis is struggling as someone has kicked her. 'Genghis?' she whines.

You lift your dog and carry her through the woods back to Hellman Hall immediately getting the Baroness's driver to take you to a vet.

'(y/n) is not home yet?' John asks as the Baroness goes through paperwork at her desk. 'No.' she replies only half listening. 'Are you not concerned?' he asks observing her. 'No, that guard Milton-' 'Who?' John looks confused. 'The young one who keeps eyeing up (y/n) like she's something to eat. He's always positioned at the front door. 'I thought his name was Mike?' The Baroness flares her nostrils. 'Anyway, he said she had gone out last night I expect she was at one of her seedy bars. Then this morning she was back and took the car I imagine she's hungover and licking her wounds over last night.'

John nodded and then didn't move or say anything. 'John?' The Baroness didn't look up from her paperwork. 'Yes, Baroness?' He looked at her. 'Did anyone ever tell you that you'd make a better door than a window?' John looked confused. 'Baroness?' The Baroness sighed. 'You are standing in my line of vision it is putting me off.' John realised he was just sort of looming over her. 'Apologies Baroness. It's just about last night-' The Baroness looks up at him sharply. 'We agreed never to speak of last night again.' John is silenced. 'As you wish Baroness.' he leaves. The maid brings in the post the Baroness opens her mail and yours is left on the table.

At the vet, you are told Genghis is okay but will need to be kept in overnight for observation and it seems like someone has kicked her. You head home and in the car remember you have a throbbing headache from being attacked. You enter Hellman Hall picking leaves from your hair and head to the medicine cabinet to grab some paracetamol. In the kitchen, you get a glass of water knocking it back with the pills. 'Ah, you have finally decided to grace us with your presence, pleasant evening?' The Baroness asks with a hand on her hip. 'Not in the mood.' you don't look at her.

'I warned you before about addressing me in that manner.' her voice darkens. You look round at her and can see the Baroness looks angry. 'Whatever.' you walk past her but it's not the end of it. She follows you. 'You are behaving like a petulant child for heaven's sake (y/n)!' You roll your eyes hearing her heels click as she follows you. 'Uh-hm.' you ignore her which makes her more furious. 'Who's bed did you sleep in last night anyway?!' she demands provoking you as you lift your mail. 'Why do you care it's not like you lacked a warm body all snuggled up with our big strong John. Did he keep you safe from intwuders?' you ask mocking her.

The Baroness can't stop her lips from twitching with anger as you mock her. 'You are being totally ridiculous! Then again I suppose I should accept such low standards of behaviour from a woman who stripped when men paid her. And worse.' You can feel the rage boiling in your throat. 'You really are a psycho!' you scream at her. 'Why how nice of you to say.' she smiles sweetly. You rip open your mail taking out a photograph. It's of last night and it's not the best quality but you can make out the Baroness on top of John. You feel your heart shatter and toss the picture at her. 'I guess I'm not the only whore around here.' you state quietly. The Baroness slaps you hard.