Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

Bruises

"Ah, Mr. Sweet, you're too kind: the show shall be moved to this Friday." Lacrimosa concluded, before hanging up. She threw her phone down, growling in irritation. "That stupid...fat...cat!" She muttered some swear words incoherently, pacing around. She finally dug her claws into the lips of her desk.

"Aren't you in a tizzy?" Silas leaned against the wall. Half his face was covered in shadows, as dim light poked through the blinds. Lacrimosa took a few breaths, yet her claws scratched the desk, giving an awful screeching sound.

"You. I am tired of you." She growled out. Silas rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the wall.

"Then why did you hire me?" He inquired.

"You are efficient in what you do. I couldn't let that slip by the Rose Brigade." Lacrimosa hissed out.

"Aha, so you're using me? Rather pathetic of you, if I'm being—" Silas was shut up rather quickly when he felt Lacrimosa backhand him across the face. He staggered back after a second blow, holding his cheek. His eyes were wide. "...did you just...?"

"I am a patient woman. However, I need to make sure things are still in line. " Lacrimosa shrugged off her coat. She draped it over her chair. "You are no exception."

"That doesn't give you the right to abuse." Silas chided. Another smack to the face. His cheek was starting to bruise and bubble over. Oh dear...this was sending him into a panic. No, no, no...she couldn't be doing this...

"I don't give a damn: you are under my Brigade. You will endure what I tell you to. You are to not rebel against my orders and wishes, and I will continue to do whatever it takes to get your head out of your ass!" She yelled, towering over him. Silas' shoulders tensed, and his back was pressed against the wall. His eyes showed fear as she was in the middle of her raising her hand to hit him again. He flinched violently, doubling over and hugging himself. He flinched again when he felt gentle fingers run against his hair and ears. It was almost maternal in a way.

"Oh sweetheart..." She crooned, her fingers reaching the back of his neck. Her claws extracted, and she sunk them into his neck, drawing blood. Silas let out a small noise of pain, squeezing his eyes shut, grimacing. She continued, "You know I don't like getting angry with you, my child...why must you persist?"

"I–nnnnghhh..." Silas hissed through his teeth, his ears flattening against his skull. The claws were painful. "...I dunno, ma'am."

"Mhhhh, and you'll correct this behavior, yes?"

"Y–yes ma'am."

He almost sobbed out of pure relief when Lacrimosa pulled her claws out of his neck. He felt the warm blood trickle down his shirt: it made him shudder. He hated this...he hated her, he hated her...

Hate her, hate her, hate her, hate her, his mind echoed, she was supposed to be different from momma, she was good...she was different, she didn't have to turn out this way. Why did she turn out this way?!

He felt hot tears begin to stream down his face. His eyes were wide and dazed.