It's His Fault (On Hold)

Chapter one: why not?

"Don't fucking lie to me Alice I know there's something wrong with you!" I'm in his office and he's yelling at me. "I'm--" He bangs his fists on his big desk spilling the dark liquid that was in his glass, now on the desk. "Stop telling me your okay!" He pulls the handkerchief out from his suit jacket and wipes his hands, drying them from the spilled alcohol that splashed on them.

He throws it on the desk once he's done with it and covers his face with his hands. He takes a deep breath and rubs his face repeatedly before removing them and rubbing his hands together.

His posture is different. His facial expression is different. His eyes are different, calm..and scary. Their dark, hooded, changed. His hands now rest by his side as he lays his eyes on me as I'm seated in one of the leather chairs. My hands in my lap, feet planted on the floor.

I'm sitting as strait as possible. He has this effect on people. He scares you with only his presence, his stare is fixed on me. In his eye he looks like he wants to do something he knows he shouldn't but gives no fucks and will do anyway.

"Taretto?" My whisper scared. His eyes go from my very own to my hands that lay stiff in my tightened lap. Only for a second they stay before moving slowly back up my body until they reach my eyes again.

I watch his eyes the most but every second I look to his mouth. This last time I glance and he has the smallest, slightest smirk. I look back to his eyes with fright and they are different from where I left them last. Before they were scary, now they'll give you nightmares. Their tuned in to my eyes, squinted just a tad. Deep in contact with mine.

His head tilts to the left the smallest bit. This is when the smirk dissappear's and there's nothing but stone. I want to look away from fear but can't, I'm stuck staring back at this, this, thing. His head straightens, he slowly starts move from behind the desk, sliding his hand even slower as he goes.

"Taretto?" I whisper again with even more fright. He says nothing with his mouth, but speaks very loud with his eyes. Why isn't he taking his eyes from my own? Why is he stalking his way over to me like he's going to inflict some sort of harm upon me?

Becoming too scared I force my eyes to look away, down to the floor staring at the fancy floor beneath my feet. My hands fiddle in my lap as I keep my breathing to a point so that he doesn't hear my panic.

As I gaze at the floor two feet step in front of mine, stopping there. I don't dare look up. He dares not to speak. He stands there, still with no words, I close my eyes and listen to myself breath.

One..two....five..six.....nine..ten.

When I hit ten I open my eyes and his feet are no longer in my sight. I lift my head with ease and look at his desk. Nothing. Next thing I know there's a hand sliding up my back, it reaches my neck and stays there. As that hand stays on the base of my neck the other takes my hair and moves it out of the way from my neck.

I stare ahead keepin my eyes fixed on his desk.

He leans down and whispers into my ear.

"Your still mine." Pause. "You had my baby, mine." He makes sure I know I had his baby. He kisses me on my neck. "If your really okay like you say you are..then have another one of my babies." He says this then let's me go as if he was playing with my emotions. Not that it's true, he's not playing with my emotions, I don't care about him I care about Demetrius and my baby girl Salvina.

"Stand up." He comes around and stands in front of me again. Taking my time I get to my feet and fix my eyes on his chest. His arm shifts up, his hand comes underneath of my chin making me lift my head. I look at him, not his eyes but his mouth.