Chemistry (G/t)

Chapter Four

Christopher had returned with a plate of food, just some simple fruit, meat, and cheese. He set it onto the desk next to my prison, and sat into a leather desk chair. He smiled at me.

"So, how do you like this cage?" He asked. I swallowed a lump in my throat and kept my throat shut. He smirked at my silence. "Cat got your tongue?" He then opened the cage and grabbed me, as if I were a doll. I made a small yelp as his giant fingers curled around me like snakes. His grip was tight, and I had a feeling he didn't even know it was. But eventually the pressure was too much to bare.

"Loosen your grip or I will claw your fingers!" I snapped. Okay. Maybe not the best way to handle this situation. Christopher raised his eyebrow, but loosened his grip.

"All you had to do was ask, kitty-cat." He said with an arrogant smirk. He set me down onto the plate. "Now eat something. I'm sure you're hungry." I sniffed the food, the scents making my stomach growl loud enough for him to hear. But I didn't bite into the food.

"Did you poison it or something?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I have no intention of killing you." He said simply. "Now, eat." I cautiously picked up a piece of meat and nibbled on it. The flavor caused my mouth to water, and I ended up eating the piece quickly. All while Christopher stroked my back and hair. I eventually got irritated as he played with my hair.

"Could you quit touching me already!" I snapped. He only chuckled softly.

"You're such a cat." He joked as he continued to pet me. So I turned and clawed his pointer finger, which made his hand shoot back with a curse. "What the hell!" He snapped. I had my ears back, and teeth bared as I hissed.

"I am not a pet. I am not a cat. I am a person just like you." I said angrily. "Do not pet me. Do not stroke my tail. Do not coo at me like I'm your damn cat." He glared me and I glared back. Then a powerful force slammed into me, knocking me off of his desk and making me hit the floor painfully as I let out a scream.

"Shit!" I heard Christopher exclaim. He tried to pick me up.

"Don't touch me you bastard! You're no better than those who bullied you!" I snapped venomously, trying to move away. His hand retreated at those words. Then his whole posture fell.

"I..." He couldn't seem to figure what to say.

"Leave. Go fuck around with some other person." I hissed. He swallowed a lump in his throat, and stood up. He towered over me as he backed away and left his room to who knows where.
I spoke a few healing words and managed to stand. Than I just sat with my face in my knees. How could someone who seemed so innocent be so cruel? Why did he go from heartless to guilty after he slammed me to the floor? Why do I keep asking myself bullshit that never helps? I groaned and stood up. Now I needed to find where he was because I need to make sure he wasn't going back on our deal.
I didn't know where to look, until I could hear someone outside. I managed to climb the curtain next to his window, and look outside. Christopher's room was on the second floor, but I could see him down below his window with a cat on his lap. I couldn't tell, but I heard a sniffle from him. And his wrists had two red lines on them. Oh my god, there's a knife in his hands. I gasped and covered my mouth as he draws another line.
The window is open, letting me feel the breeze. Without really thinking to be honest, I jumped out.

"Oh fuck me!" I screamed as I was falling. Christopher looked up and his eyes widened as I came barreling toward his face. We both cursed loudly as I slammed onto his face and fell into his lap, on top of a sleeping cat. Surprisingly the cat still slept. However I was griping my body and Christopher was rubbing his face.

"What the hell?" He breathed as I sat up on the cat and he looked down at me. "M-Mollie?" He stammered as I was healing myself.

"No. It's Santa Claus." I said with bitter sarcasm.

"A-are you alright?" He asked, guiltily nervous now.

"Am I dead? Then I'm fine." I continued to be a bitter sarcastic ass. Then I saw the line of red up close and the wetness of his eyes. He noticed my stare, and tried to hide them. I shook my head. "Show me them."

"Show you what?" He asked. When I made an annoyed growl, he took his arms back out and revealing brand new cuts. When I looked up at him, he looked away. "I know. Stupid Christopher has cut himself. Who cares?" I closed my eyes while touching his skin, and spoke a few magic words. Then his cuts began to heal.

"Sad, but not stupid." I told him. "Just like you being an asshole was pretty sad. But not entirely stupid." He looked away from me as I made that joke.

"I was hoping you wouldn't have been so...resistant." He admitted. "I wasn't going to hurt you or act like I was a master and you were a servant."

"Yes because, 'You have no choice but to make me happy' doesn't seem like that." I said bitterly.

"I was hoping this maybe would have went like the stories." He said. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh gullible giant boy, you read to many stories on Wattpad then." (Ha-ha. I couldn't think of any other place Christopher would get the idea from. xD)

"Maybe I do." Christopher said with a depressive laugh. He glanced at his wrists. "How did you heal my cuts?" He asked. I chuckled and got comfy on the sleeping cat.

"I've got healing powers since I was once the Puma tribe's healer." I told him. "But now you are stuck with me and I'm stuck with you." I smiled to let him know I was being sarcastic. Christopher smirked and rested his head against the house.

"Well, maybe we could get along a little bit better now that I've learned not to be an asshole." He joked. I smiled.

"That's the spirit, Chris!" I pumped my fist in the air. Then felt the cat awaken and stand, making me fall off and be caught by Christopher. The cat meowed in my face, shook its fur, and walked off. I was shocked that she didn't want to eat me.

"She doesn't care for catching anything. Not even mice." He said as if reading my thoughts. "The worst she'll do is lick you. Or yawn in your face."

"Well. No different than when I was at home." I joked, standing up in his hand. "Now! Let us go back inside, where we can talk calmly and not have drama ." I said. Christopher scoffed and stood up, making me fall on my ass. Chris laughed at me, and stifled his laughter at my glare. He cleared his throat and made his way inside. Hopefully he wouldn't turn all chaotic again.