LOVE BEHIND OUR EYES..

Part 2

Aubree's POV: "sit down on the bed" he told me "I can stand" I replied "I know you can but I want you to sit on the bed" I looked over at the bed knowing what was gonna happen if I sat on it he would would probably force himself on me and I don't wanna loose my virginity to a man like him. Not like this.

"  Look Im not gonna kill you or rape you or anything that's running through that mind alright?" He said to me and I became self conscious "the plan was youd be my wife and we'd live separate lives and you can have an affair and so can I-" I  cut him off "an affair" I carefully ask " like it or not yes" he walked to the window and turned his back on me and checked out the window God knows what he's looking at.

"S-so if I'm your wife  I won't be killed?" I asked just making sure he nodded yes not looking at me "oh when are we supposed to get married?"I can't believe I'm asking this.

"Friday" he said sternly and that's 2 days  from now wtf am I supposed to be doing in the mean time "now come" he walked up to me and grabbed my hand a little harshly "where are we going please I don't want it- I'm - I'm sorry if I said anything bad just please don't hurt me" I begged while crying and my hands started bleeding from him squeezing it reopening my wounds.

"Who said I was gonna hurt you" he let go of my hand and came close to my face expecting an answer
But I stayed silent and I was focusing on my bleeding hand but he didn't notice "I asked a question" he said again "nobody" I Said under my breath "speak louder I can't hear you" he said knowing he heard me "nobody" I said in a normal voice then looked down to my hand again.he grabbed my face to look up at him "scared of eye contact?" He asked and I instantly got butterflies.

What no he's a fucking killer Aubree "what's on your mind" he asked staring into my soul "I looked down at my hand god I would do anything for a first aid kit right now. He finally looked down at my hand and saw it was bleeding he gave a confused look since I wasn't bleeding a while ago "what happened and you better give me an answer you've been quite this whole time..." he paused "did I do that?" He asked and I nodded "use your fucking words Aubree" he said harshly and I felt my self tearing up since he yelled in my face.

God I wish he didn't know my name "it-it was when you grabbed my arm you grabbed it a little to hard and I-it opened some wounds and I started bleeding but I'm fine I promise" I told him as tears were running down my face from the pain in my hand at this point "don't promise something you don't mean love" he walked away from me and I thought he was finally leaving my room.

But instead he went to a cupboard and got a first aid kit. Fuck me. "Sit" he told me" I didn't move I didn't want to be alone longer with him "I said sit." He said in a more husky voice and I walked over to the bed and sat down. "Give me your hand" he said with no expressions my shaking hands laid on his lap "he pulled out a needle and I jumped back. "No I don't want it I'm fine I can manage" I quickly said and I think I have PTSD from the needle Marcos gave me.

"It's Lidocaine it's  just gonna numb the pain" he looked at me " I- I don't want it" I harshly said and stood up , he put the needle back in the box and while pulling out rubbing alcohol "mira ese tono"(watch that tone) he told me and he gestured for me to come back and sit . "Cmon don't make this difficult I've been trying to be soft on you all day I can have my men here and hold you down and I could easily do this but I gave you a fucking choice so sit down and let me clean your wound for fucks sake" he yelled I didn't even have time to cry I walked to the bed and sat down.

He put rubbing alcohol on my wounds without warning or pausing and I winced and tried to pull back my hand "hold still" he said harshly I may have made him mad but it isn't my fault his men gave me ptsd of needles now I sighed. He finished cleaning up my wound and put the things he used in the trash and he just walked out and slammed the door which
Made me flinch.

D'Angelo's pov:
God she can't be anymore difficult I only wanted to fucking help her I knocked over a vase in the hallways by accident but I didn't care my mom walked out of her room "D'Angelo!" " Qué carajo estás haciendo" (what the hell are you doing) she yelled across the hall "nothing mama" I hissed "it's late go to bed" she said where tf does it look like I'm going I said to myself and walked to my room and closed the door.

I minute after I got into bed my mom opened my door " aii mom it's late for fucks sake let me sleep" I said as I rolled over to face the other way "Is she here" she asked and I didn't respond because I was genuinely tired "Angelo answer me it's only 9" she said I grunted and sat up facing her "si" I sighed "was she the one you were yelling at?" She asked yelling? "I wasn't yelling at anyone" I said confused.

She quoted me "I gave you a fucking choice so sit down and let me clean your wounds for fucks sake" she said in a baby voice and laughed at me. I didn't know I was that loud "D'Angelo" she said my name in that annoying mother tone and I know she's about to tell me something about her. "Si te vas a casar con la chica al menos muestra algo de respeto." She said (if you're going to get married to the girl at least show some respect."

"I mean I tried my best to respect her I haven't put my hands on her yet." I replied "YET?" She yelled " so you're planning on hitting your soon to be wife huh? What a husband" she sighed "no mama not like that" I replied "well you should be a little soft or give her a gesture like take food up to her because it's dry in the kitchen I know she hasn't eaten" she told me " but she dosent want to eat" I replied and shrugged.

"If someone took you away from home and captured you and brought you to a house with unknown people and speaks a language you don't understand would you take food from them" she asked "well no" I replied " exactly" she told me "do what I said and you'll be fine" was the last thing she told me before walking out of my room.

I mean I guess I should give her food she hasn't eaten all day but if she wasn't so stubborn she could've gotten food a minute ago I scoffed and went downsatairs to make her a apple jam and peanut butter sandwich and brought it up to her room.

Aubree's pov: I was sitting on my bed trying to go to sleep but I couldn't my stomach wouldn't stop growling but I was determined not to take food from them god knows what they'll put in it like pills or  drugs- my thoughts got caught of by the door opening. I was calmer this time I didn't get up but I was tense.

It was D'Angelo he hand a sandwich in his hands. Wtf I am not eating that "here you haven't eaten all day" he put it on my nightstand "I'm not hungry" I said sternly and he turned around "excuse me?" He asked like he didn't just hear what I said.

I sat up and he put the sandwich in front of me " I'm allergic to peanut butter" i said " you think I'd be getting married to you in 2 days and I wouldn't know what your allergic to?" He asked but i looked away angry "you're allergic mango,fish and avocado and your also lactose intolerant I have a file" he smirked fuck me.

"I'm not eating that" I repeated then "then ill wait"