Under Glass

Chapter 28- Passion. Outrage.

Chris refused to speak to her to even tell her the address for the rehabilitation center they were supposed to be going to after the dinner.

"I guess I'll just drive you home then," she commented, mostly to herself. Out of habit she put her hand on his thigh. A low rumbling filled her car and she looked at him, his eyes were full of rage. Hate seeped from them and she shrank away from him, putting her hand on the steering wheel.

The ride was tense and silent. When they pulled up to his apartment, he got out, slammed the door and ambled up the stairs. He never looked back.

Caitlin sat there in her car for a least five minutes; her brain had welcomed in a numbness. She honestly didn't want to hurt him, but she wanted to protect herself right now. Though they had been a distraction that had gotten them both through the past seven months, he needed to see it for what it was, a distraction. She drove home hoping that he would forgive her.

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The plan was to meet a friend in Virginia Highlands. Traylor and Bill were going to meet them out. That was the plan.

Caitlin was in the process of shaving her legs in her shower, radio on as usual. She cocked her head to the side when she thought she heard something in the apartment, but there was nothing. She began shampooing her hair when the bathroom door opened.

A scream began in her gut and escaped her lips so fast and loud it scared her. Chris opened the curtain and smiled.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

She put her hand on her chest. It was just Chris. Her chest heaved with panic, his eyes followed her hand.

"Yes, you scared me, you fucking asshole." She tried to close the curtain, but he held firm and examined her.

"I like your tattoo." His voice was clipped.

She'd forgotten he hadn't seen it.

"You feel like you're burning?" He asks, his eyes twinkle with something that made her uncomfortable.

"Quit fucking around. What are you doing here?" Caitlin tried to convince herself this was fine, this was Chris. He saved her when she couldn't save herself.

The curtain fell back covering her again and she felt like she could breathe again. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back so she could rinse out the shampoo. When she opened them he was in the shower with her. His back was pressed against the tile opposite the shower head.

Smoldering- that's what he was doing. Anger was a cloud around him and it danced the two-step with the steam from the water.

"C, we need to talk."

"Do we?" Her hand moved unconsciously and found his bicep. His eyes followed her hand like he couldn't believe she was touching him. That she dared to touch him. He was in her shower, naked.

"We do," he answered as he pulled her by her arm into his chest.

She felt every inch of him against her. Hard and insistent. She ran her hands up both of his sides. Caitlin used the pad of her tongue to lick his chest. He leaned down and nipped her lips.

"You're leaving soon and I won't be ignored."

"How am I ignoring you? You refused to speak to me."

"Because you told me at a party for your mother that you're leaving and that's what you think about me. About us." His fingers were on her clit as venom filled his voice. The contradiction was lost on her because her breath was short... what did he say?

"You feel so little for me you didn't even tell me you were thinking of leaving."

His fingers were in and out, thumb circling and she wanted him inside her, but he was talking and she wasn't listening. She'd stopped listening.

"You want me," he gritted out.

"Fuck me..." She had to tell herself to breathe because that feeling that overrides everything had filled her. "Please," she urged.

Effortlessly, he picked her up and turned slamming her into the cold tile wall entering her at the same time. His dick.

"Ugh," she groaned. "Oh shit...Chris."

"You like this."

"Oh yeah..." Moans, groans, cuss words and all sorts of things came out of her mouth until she found his mouth with hers and she tasted him. "So...oh god...Chris," she was screaming now and everything tightened in her body. He was slamming into her now and her back hit the wall rhythmically. The coil in her gut tightened until it finally snapped and everything went white for a second.

He was still fucking her. It was hard and punishing and amazing. Her limbs were like liquor and all she could do is cling on to his hard back. He slammed into her one last time and her head hit the tile hard.

Her hand traveled to her head. Chris set her feet down, but she still clung to him with one hand.

"Look at me." His voice lined with passion...outrage, she didn't know. Her eyes lifted to his.

"Look at me and tell me you don't love me."

Her head snapped back like he'd slapped her. "What?" She whispered.

"Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me you don't love me."

Her eyes fell down to their feet.

"Look at me and tell me you don't love me after everything," his voice breaks. "After everything."

Passion.

Outrage.

Caitlin stared at this man that has touched her in far more places than her body. A crack started in her wall. Passion. Outrage. "What?" She repeated because she didn't know what else to say. Stepping out of the shower her hands shook with emotion. "That's not fair... I can't...you know I can't..."

His body was all hard lines when he put both feet on the floor in front of her. He'd turned into someone, someone she didn't quite know. How had she missed that?

"I love you and you don't give a shit about me. Do you know what that feels like?"

"Chris..."

"Answer my fucking question, C." Outrage.

She moved into her bedroom and pulled on a shirt. There was something way more intense arguing naked. She was distracted by his rigid form, but it was so full of hate she closed her eyes.

"I won't hurt you. Is that what this is? You don't want to admit it because you think I'll hurt you?"

"Chris, I can't."

"Can't what? Fuck me? Love me? Leave me?"

"Fuck, I'm sorry."

"Why C? Why are you sorry?" He mocked.

This pissed her off. "I'm sorry because I don't love you. I can't love you. So there, are you fucking happy? You got your answer."

"It's been seven months. You're okay now and you chose me."

"You don't know shit!" She spit at him. "I'll never be okay. I'm leaving to get away from everything, especially you. I thought you understood what I was going through and what was happening between us."

Silence hung in the room while they both contemplated the turn in their relationship. Chris smiled. It was cold. It was scary. He leaned forward, his lips skirting the edge of her ear. "You did this!" He screamed.

She was so taken about she jumped backward as his punched a hole in her wall on the way out. He grabbed his clothes and slammed the door on her bedroom so hard it got stuck. Then she heard the front door slam too.

She did this. Outrage.