Hard Time's

Bad Blood

When you wake she is already up and sitting at her vanity table even applying her makeup she looks as elegant as hell. 'Hi beautiful.' you smile. She looks at your reflection in her mirror. 'Good morning, I didn't wake you too much did I?' she turns to look at you. 'It doesn't matter you sleep better when you let me hold you.' you yawn and stretch. The baroness stands and comes over sitting beside you on the bed you are lying down looking up at her. 'I do love you.' you smile up at her. The Baroness leans down kissing you the kiss deepens when she suddenly pulls back shaking. 'It's okay.' you whisper.

The Baroness is panic-stricken and immediately starts to apologise. 'You don't need to.' you interrupt before she can reply. She gives you a weak smile of gratitude and stands going over to her vanity and selecting a bottle of lotion. 'Take off your top and lie down, I made you a promise.' You smile watching her, taking off your top you lie on your back. The Baroness approaches and places a hand on her hip raising an eyebrow. 'What?' you ask innocently then pout rolling onto your stomach instead. You feel the Baroness's fingers on your skin running across your hips, your spine, across the burn you received in the fire. 'Does it still ache?' she asks curiously. 'I don't feel it anymore.' you relax.

The Baroness applies oil to your back and after all those nights sitting in a chair it's heaven, her hands are soft but strangely stronger than you expected. 'I love your body, it's so beautiful.' you groan as she works out a knot on your shoulder. 'Untainted.' At this you look at her she's gazing at you longingly. 'Hardly remember what I used to do for work? How I sometimes "paid" rent, you're like the virgin mary next to me.' she blushes. 'Do you want to talk about what happened to you.' she freezes. 'Only if you want to and only if you feel it will help.' you grab her hand. The Baroness gives a single nod she knows you, she knows you mean well and don't wish to cause her pain or embarrassment.

'What are you gonna do about John?' you ask changing the subject, she purses her lips. 'I don't know yet. It's all so depressing.' she sighs. 'If I was you I'd tell him to go fuck himself.' you say bitterly. 'I thought you two were on friendly terms?' she raises an eyebrow. 'He was my friend, but he put my woman in danger and I hate him for that.' The Baroness smirks. 'I'm your woman?' she teases. 'Shit, sorry I meant wife, I'm still getting used to that.' you put your face on the bed. 'It sounded quite nice actually, (y/n)'s woman.' you cringe at your own words. 'I sometimes forget we married too.' she strokes your hair. 'Well it's not like I gave you much of a wedding night.' you point out. The Baroness has gone tense again. 'What-oh sweetheart, no I wasn't suggesting anything you quickly sit up using a blanket to cover your chest you take her hand.

The Baroness nods squeezing your hand. 'I know dear. I know.' she assures. 'I think it's time we see to John.' she speaks and you nod tugging on a long-sleeved black t-shirt. Your feet pad gently along the wooden floor as you follow her, her heels clicking in the process. She enters the drawing room and John is still slumped over in the armchair. The Baroness wrinkles her nose the smell of alcohol emanating from him could've got you both drunk. She kicks his shin and he jumps awake. 'Huh? What?' his eyes are bleary you and the Baroness come into focus. 'What's going on?' he groans holding his head.

'You got rat arsed mate.' you inform bluntly. 'Then proceeded to terrify and sing a song about coconuts.' The Baroness adds. 'My singing isn't that bad surely?' he jokes. 'Not the time.' you reply coldly. 'Baroness, I am beyond sorry. He gave me his word he would never return I only lied because I didn't want you to fear him. I know I failed you and I will never forgive myself, I just wanted you to know. I won't bother you again, there is no excuse.' he stands up going to the door. 'You need to sober up John it looks bad, being drunk on the job.' the Baroness calls after him. John stops and turns. 'I still have a job?' The Baroness blinks. 'At reduced pay, yes, it's hard to find good help.' she walks away with her nose in the air.

You are surprised looks like your ice queen has a heart after all. '(y/n).' John walks over to you. 'Thank you for that.' You shake your head. 'Nothing to thank me for, I told her to fire your arse.' your honest and he knows it. John stares in the direction the baroness left thoughtfully. You turn to leave him. 'I truly am sorry, (y/n), none of this was supposed to happen.' John is still beaten up pretty badly from the torture. You turn to him and slap him hard across the face. 'You think I give a damn about you? Or what they did do to me? I couldn't care less, but what they put her through was unforgivable. And why? All because you didn't have the balls to finish the job. The Baroness is fond of you but as for me? Stay. The. Fuck. Away.'

"'Cause baby, now we got bad blood

You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done
'Cause baby, now we got bad blood" 

John takes the slap accepting it he deserves it even if every part of his body aches. He listens to you and he knows you are being deadly serious. 'I understand.' he's quiet. 'We were friends once you and I now look at us. Nothing but bad blood, bitterness, and regret. I hope saving his miserable life was worth it, but he will come back again I know that and when he does I will personally make sure they never find what's left of him when I am through. A friendly warning should you ever think of stepping out of line again.' John knew that deep down you were crazier than the baroness and more fearless. The Baroness was your queen, and God help anyone who disrespected the queen.'