13/31 (Kinda On Hold)

XIX: Contemptress

A/N: I know it's fucking a day early, but y'all have waited long enough, and I have the patience of a tater tot, so here it is. And if we were to eventually write another story, what would you be interested in reading? Ideas, requests, ect. Enjoy...

-Wednesday

"You're sorry? You're fucking sorry? You fucking lied to me." I yelled. "I fucking told you I couldn't stand liars and that's all you've fucking done since the beginning."

"I was as honest as I could be at the time. I never wanted to withhold such things from you, but I had to."

"As honest as you could be? If you were being as honest as you could be, you would've said the truth the moment you came back to my palace. What the fuck happened to telling each other everything no matter how dark or terrible?" I say pushing her against the wall, my forearm into her throat.

"Chri-s...ple-ease." She grabs at my arm.

"How fucking could you? Lie to me every fucking moment I've been with you? Just like your fucking father." I remove my arm from her throat and walk across the room, keeping my back to her.

"I only lied about who my parents were, I never lied about anything else. It hurt every single moment, but if my father found out he would have tried to end everything."

"Do you really fucking think I would've let him take you away from me, Scarlett?" I turned back to face her. "You know how fucking stubborn I am, do you honestly fucking think, even for a moment, I would've let him take you away from me without a fight?"

"You don't know what he's capable of. He killed my younger sister because she ran away with her boyfriend because my father refused to let them be together, he hunted her for three weeks until he found her. Then he dragged her back to the palace and slit her throat right in front of me, as a warning. She was only sixteen."

"I know what he's capable of, and you know what I'm capable of. You know I slit my brother's fucking throat. You know what I've done to people is far worse that Manson is even remotley capable of, Scarlett. You witnessed it firsthand. You should know I wouldn't let him lay a fucking finger on you. He wouldn't have made it on my palace grounds without me knowing about it, as soon as he stepped foot in my Circle I would've been notified. You would've been heavily guarded and I would've taken care of him. You should've just fucking told me in the beginning." I said.

"The risk was just too great."

"No. It wasn't. You should've fucking told me instead of lying to me and telling me false stories, including the one where your mother was dead. How would Dita feel if she fucking knew you said she was dead just to sell your fucking story?"

"She helped me escape that hellhole of a palace, she knew what I was telling you. If you knew half of what she's been through with Manson, you'd know that her heart died years ago, and along with it, most of her former self."

I glare at her and take a step forward, reaching out for her neck and grasping it tightly. "Is there any other information you're with-holding from me?"

"No."

"How do I fucking know you're not lying again?" My grip tightens immensely and my fingertips dig into the flesh of her neck.

Her breathing slows and she struggles to take in air, "Ch-ri-s...st-op. P-le-ase, yo-ur...ba-bies."

"My what?" I growl, not releasing any tension.

She claws at my hand, "Yo-ur ba-bi-es, I'm...pr-eg-nan..t."

I release my hand from her throat and step back. "W-what?" I ask in disbelief.