I fell in love with the purple devil

Part 42

Ann's point of view~

I sniffle and cover my mouth sliding down the door, my eyes stung, my head had a painful throb and I could hear my blood rushing and heart pounding in my ears. I close my eyes tight tasting the salt of my tears. I quickly reach up locking the door scared he would come and make me pay for my words with my life, but more upset by the fact the one person I had loved in my life had turned into...that..a scared, cowardly man who used his powers to ruin other peoples live, he may have been the same person from the labs, but he was not my teddy...I wondered how long it would take for him to call my bluff about Jess, I told her I was fine...she would be worrying but not looking for me..after a few hours of nothing I calmed down and too tired to do anything else, nor caring anymore, I unlocked the door and shuffled to the bed dropping in and holding a pillow tight, if he wanted to kill me so be it...I curled up small and in no time I was asleep. I slept heavily until the next morning when the unmistakable sent of coffee, bacon and eggs filled my nose. I would have stayed asleep but with the sun on my face and my stomach giving a small growl, I had no choice but to begin to open my eyes. I blink a few times, rolling over to check the time to be met with a try in front of it with a whole breakfast set up. I sat up pushing my hair back but wincing as I forgot about my head but as my eyes adjusted, I noticed that there was a folded piece of paper with my name in neat cursive on it. I picked it up slowly, looking around the room quickly to make sure I was alone before opening it,

 'I thought you might be hungry, come out when your ready, there are clean clothes in the closet, I'm sorry if the foods shit, its been a while..

K'

He..he made me breakfast? The fuck? A little part of me wanted to throw it out just to spite him, or in case he poisoned it, but I was so hungry I decided to take my chances. I lifted the tray onto my lap and looked at it, tea, coffee, orange juice with bacon, eggs and toast. It was like he didn't know what went with breakfast so he just put everything...it didn't take me that long to finish most the food and tea, even though half of it was burnt. I looked over seeing it was almost 11 am and finally getting up to shower. I locked both the bedroom and bathroom door as I did as I still didn't trust him. Once done I did feel better, tired, but better...I walked to the closet and opened it, there where dresses which caused me to snort but a few tee shirts and jeans. I picked a deep blue shirt and almost black jeans as I tired to decide if it was best to stay in the room as protest or go out to show he couldn't get to me that easily, even if the night before had really hurt me. I hyped myself up without unlocking and walking out. Entering the living room I saw two or three empty whisky bottles and looking around a little, 'How the hell was this so messy?' I hear him growl and grumble to himself trying the clean the pans and I clear my throat slightly as he turned wide eyed, he hadn't shaven in two days as he had some light scruff and fold my arms over my chest holding up one of the bottles, "Some one had a good night" I mumble and he rubs the back of his neck, 'H..how did you sleep?' his voice was a lot quieter than the night before and I sigh glaring slightly, " What do you care?" I said just to be mean seeing him look back down, a little guilt flooding back, "Fine...thanks..I guess...for breakfast.." I mumble considering commenting on how he clearly hadn't cooked in a while but stayed quiet, 'Would you like to go out today?' he whispers and I looked at him slightly shocked, "What makes you think I'll come back if you let me out?" I push and he shrugs, 'I don't..'