Head in the Clouds (BWWM)

IV. Break Him

Mariana quickly headed for her dresser the minute he left. She rummaged through all her clothes until finding a loose white shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. She simply tied her hair into a quick and messy bun, but before Mariana would leave her room she gazed at herself in the mirror, almost critiquing her body. She sighed shaking her head softly before exiting her room and descending down the stairs.

"I have to find some way out of here." She muttered quietly to herself. Approaching the living room his voice resounded in the air before she even got the chance to see him.

"Glad to see you've made your way downstairs." He smirked lightly as he guided his way around her apartment, aimlessly picking and setting down random objects.

She quietly stood ten meters away from him discreetly looking for any signs of a weapon but closely analyzing him. His back was turned as he bent down staring at one of her family portraits. His back contracts and loosens, his muscles tensing and releasing every so often. Cole turned slightly giving her some depth of his facial features. She could see a couple dribbles of hair on his chin, his hair laid precisely on his head and a couple veins stuck out prominently from his neck. He wasn't bad looking for one thing.

"I'm hungry." He sat down onto the couch lazily setting his hands behind his head. He rubbed his stomach mockingly.

"Well what do you want me to do about it. I'm not a maid you know." She argued, her hands resting on her hips.

"Cook something for me. I don't give a rats ass what you are. Do what the fuck I say!" He glared silently.

"... Fine. What the hell do you want?" She gritted her teeth kicking air with her own two feet.

"Watch your tone when you're speaking to me." He growled standing to his feet. Mariana cowered back a little but stood her ground.

"First of all don't talk to me like you're one of my parents. I'm not some child.This is my house after all." She managed to spit out. She quietly awarded herself in her head but she has no idea where that boost of confidence just came from but it all seemed to slip away the minute he grabbed her by the hair.

"I said watch your fucking mouth. Remember I'm the one with the gun." He growled back, the barrel of the gun already pressed against my head. Her hair was latched onto his hand as he tugged harder to gain her attention. "I don't have a problem getting rid of you."

"Then why don't you." She muttered silently, a few tears threatening to fall.

He stated recklessly at her. Mariana grew weary the more he stood near her. He was getting on her nerves. If he wanted her to die so badly why hasn't he pulled the trigger. His gaze moved from her eyes to her now streaming tears. Roughly sighing he removed the gun pushing her backwards before returning to the couch to stare at a black TV screen.

"Get me something to fucking eat." He yelled setting the gun in front of him.

She brushed the tears away silently making her way to her kitchen. The TV clicked on the minute she was out of range from him. Macaroni it is then. Mariana picked up all the ingredients she needed. She mixed, stirred, and chopped basically doing everything she needed to. She sat and patiently waited until it was done. Pulling the Macaroni from out the oven she set a handful for him onto a plate.

"Here." She quietly spoke while strutting over to him. He lay now on the couch face half squished as he watched The French Prince of Bel-Air reruns.

"Give it." He grabbed the plate from her tiny hands sitting up. She stood there uncomfortably as she watched but looked away the minute they made eye contact. He dragged her body onto the couch by her waist. She gasped at the sudden gesture glaring at him as he glared back. Folding her arms she shrunk back into the couch distancing herself from him.

"What do you want?" She hesitantly spoke.

"Excuse me?" He snarled as he finished his food.

"I mean, you um, well you came into my home and well I don't know. You must want something right?" She asked quietly.

He analyzed her face as he licked his lips. "Shut up." He rolled his eyes looking over at the television once again.

Mariana huffed quickly getting up from her seat. Cole followed her movements exactly. She stumbled back losing her composure for just a moment.

"Where do you think you're going?" He questioned roughly. He stood closer, pulling her to him. She squirmed aimlessly trying to flee. His hand roamed until squeezing her butt and slapped it.

"Stop it just let me go." She panicked. He grabbed her face, squeezing harshly ensuring her pain. She winced and fought but it was no use.

"You're very feisty for a little girl like you. I think it would be best if we found out how feisty you are with other .. activities." He chuckled darkly. He picked her up effortlessly, Mariana screamed over and over hitting at his back.

"Please no. Just don't." She cried out. Her body trembled as he moved closer to the stairs.

"Baby you know I don't like begging." He snickered. She began to cry silently as she gave up. "Alright alright." He let her down gently. She pushed at his chest the minute she touched the carpet.

"Fuck you!" She spat.

He rolled his eyes at her childish behavior. Quickly he picked her up and plopped her back onto the couch.

"You're not leaving my sight. I don't give a shit what you do around here but you do not leave my sight." He snarled grabbing a hold of my arm.

Mariana silently nodded as the tears streamed down her face. She quietly sobbed into her hands. Her body shook the more she thought about how things have took a turn for the worst. She needed to get away from him somehow. Only two words began to build up her confidence again.Two words made her want to keep going. These two words made her smile evilly to herself.

Break Him.

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Authors Note: I believe it's been two months since I've updated. I'm sorry for not updating soon enough, there's just been a lot on my plate. I am very thankful for everybody's votes and comments on this story. Don't worry you will be seeing more of Head in the Clouds. This update might seem a little boring but trust and believe the more I post the more intense it becomes.