~{Entangled}~ (FNaF)

Ch. XXXXII: Bad Thoughts

>Micheal’s POV<

   Ennard and Raine spent time together whenever I went to work. Ennard warmed up to him pretty quickly, and I’d come home to him cuddling Raine. As I sort of daydreamed, someone walked up to me. I jumped a bit, and gave them a warm smile reflexively. “Sorry- What can I do for you?”

<Ennard’s POV>

   I stayed still under him, feeling terribly weak. He gazed down upon my body, smiling as he looked over me. His toy. His object. “How much did you eat last week, little mouse?” He asked, moving his hand under my waistband. I felt so disgusted with myself. “N–Nothing much-..” I muttered. A scowl appeared on his face, and he looked me in the eyes. “And yet you still look fat.” I felt a sob start to form in the back of my throat, and attempted to fight it. As I went to squirm away, hating every second of this, I felt a sharp pain in my lower back, and he smirked at me. He grabbed my neck with one hand, and my hair with the other. He pulled up, forcing my neck to become exposed, and bit down on it, making me bleed as he choked me. I kicked my legs, hoping to kick him as I tried to gasp for air. 

   I jolted awake from Raine squirming. I looked at him, and checked him over to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t, but he was looking at me with a weird look on his face. I laughed a bit, finding the face a little funny, then got up. I walked over to the kitchen area, and started making his milk, like Micheal showed me. He’d be home in a few hours, so I had to take care of Raine. At least I’m not home alone anymore- As I waited for the milk to finish warming up, I felt hands wrap around my waist. I froze immediately, and held Raine tighter against my chest. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining things, or if Micheal was possibly home. I didn’t hear the door open.. It’s happening again… I hugged Raine, and felt as tears started to prick at my eyes. I knew it was all in my head, but it felt so real.. It felt like his hands were all over me again…

   “Such a pretty body for someone ungrateful like you~ You were made just for me. No one else will appreciate your body as much as I do.” “Little mouse, you know you want every bit of this. You’re such a little s**t for me..” “You’re a freak. Does Micheal know your little secret~? Do you understand what you are~?” 

   My eyes stayed fixated on the countertop. The only thing that snapped me out of it was Raine’s movement. I looked at the milk, and noticed that it was done. I quickly grabbed it, put it in the bottle, then went and sat on the couch. I crossed my legs criss-crossed, then started to gently and carefully feed Raine. I felt the feeling around my neck. I lifted my head up, and tightly closed my eyes. “Get off me!!!”

3 hours later…

>Micheal’s POV<

   I climbed into my car, and started driving. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to make for dinner, and I knew Ennard wouldn’t be up for eating spaghetti. As I passed different types of restaurants, I saw a sushi place, and smiled a bit to myself. Ennard hadn’t had sushi yet, and he’d probably enjoy something new. I quickly jumped out of the car, and ran inside to order. It looked like it was about to rain soon.

25 minutes later…

   I walked into the apartment. The lights were off, and the curtains were pulled. Confused, I walked into the kitchen, then the bedroom, when I couldn’t find Ennard. Raine was in his crib, asleep, and curled up. I looked at his crib, a bit more worried, and then heard the water in the shower going. I felt relief wash over my body a bit, and knocked on the door. “Ennard?” No response. Crap, did he slip and fall, or something.? “Ennard, I’m going to come in, just so you know,” After a moment, I opened the door. I looked in to see Ennard in the bathtub, sitting. He was in a white shirt, and his boxers. The water from the shower head was pouring down on him. “Honey..?” I knelt down next to the bathtub, and he lifted his head to look at me. His hair was cut haphazardly, and the dye had been washed out again, so his hair was white, with slight pink.

   His eyes were red, and looked tired. “Everything okay..?” Why would I ask that, of course everythings not okay, your boyfriend is in the shower, crying himself exhausted.. When I went to reach for him, I reflexively took my hand back, feeling how cold the water was. He noticed, and moved further into the bathtub, so he was out of my reach. “No- No,” I said, as I stood up, leaned over the bathtub, and picked him up out of the shower. “You’re going to catch a cold, sweetie..” He curled up into my hold, wrapping his arms and legs around me, shivering way more. I quickly turned off the shower, then walked into our room. I grabbed some random clothes, and set him on the floor, kneeling. I gently took his shirt off, and put a towel around him, over his shoulders. He sat there, looking impassively at the floor. I gently shook him a bit. “Ennard.. Ennard, look at me, you’re scaring me…” I pleaded a bit. He looked up at me, his eyes a duller blue than usual, and his face scrunched up a bit as tears started to well up in his eyes.

   I quickly hugged him, and pulled him against myself. “C’mon.. You can let it out, you’re safe…”