Sinners and Saints

Leviathan is being Observant

 Quick note:

This is thoughts

This is remembering Leviticus' words

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There was something in that tea.

That was the only conclusion I could come to as I'm puking what little bile I'd managed to create into the toilet for the fourth time that morning. I'd been awake an hour, tops.

And he was just sitting at the table drinking his tea, casually telling me that drinking some of my own would help. The smirk on his face told me otherwise. For fuck's sake, he was getting some sort of enjoyment out of pretty much poisoning me. I hadn't tasted anything but sugar in the stuff, so I didn't even know what it was that he was using. God, this was going to suck.

Suddenly I can see him out of the corner of my eye as my retching. He's standing in the doorway. I'm not allowed much in this house, and a closed door to ensure some semblance of privacy while in the bathroom was something I seemed to never be able to earn. His logic was if we were dating we didn't need to hide away from each other anyway. I hated the way he leered at me, though, watching everything I did at night as a ritual. It always made me self-conscious. Besides the fact that he's gotten much more demanding lately when it comes to the bedroom department of the relationship. I'd slept with him plenty of times, true. But only a handful of times had been something I'd consented to. The rest of the times was more along the lines of 'your mine and if I want you I'll have you.' Honestly, though I had never voiced this opinion, it was the only time he was ugly. He could pull off a perfect mask and be gorgeous, but as soon as he decides he wants some action and takes it upon himself to have it he gets this look that I find absolutely disgusting. I think he thinks it's seductive.

"You should really look out for who you hang out with Azarias. People below you could get you sick." He advises casually. Below me? Who had I talked to that I hadn't got permission to? When had his opinion changed? Shit, what had I done?

"Who?" I murmur as I pick the cloth up I'd rested on the shower handle. I hear him scoff.

"As if you don't know."

I want to scream in frustration. How was I supposed to know if he didn't tell me!?

"When did your opinion change of this person?" I decide to ask instead, leaning against the cool glass of the shower. His eyes narrow but I still felt my stomach churning so I don't move.

"around the same time I started making you constantly drink the tea. When you decided his time was worth more than mine." He snaps.

Ah, my study night with Jonah. He'd been in my classes a few times, and he'd been deemed "ok" before now. Apparently going to a café and studying for a music exam after practice hadn't been a good plan. But he was ok! And I wanted a reprieve from him. Why can't I just go out with friends? I never did anything, no matter what I might want. This isn't fair! And why was this only affecting me now? It's been nearly a week since he started forcing tea down my throat.

"I'm sorry." I get out softly, hoping it's what he wants. Apparently, it wasn't, because he steps into the bathroom with me, crowding my space as he kneels around me so that his face is inches from mine. I see his nose wrinkle in disgust, probably because of the smell of my breath. I'd managed to make it to the bathroom before I puked when I woke up, and then I had gone to get a glass of water before he'd told me to get tea instead. That's when I'd puked a few more times.

"Azarias," he starts, then pauses to lean back and look at me thoughtfully as though he'd just realized something. He was close enough and positioned in such a way that he was practically sitting on my knees. I don't see him move but there's suddenly a blinding pain in my nose, and I know he's punched me.