Xander

(11)

"Can you explain this?" asked Xander, throwing the rubber ball up and down.

"I-it-"

"You never know when to stop, do you?"

"No I-"

"I didn't ask for an opinion," he retorted, looking at me with a sharp glance.

"What else did you see inside?"

"Nothing"

"Stop lying"

"I didn't see anything!"

"Do I have to remind you where your sibl-"

"Please don't hurt them," I pleaded. The thought of them made me mad and sad at the same time. How dare he use them as leverage. Hastily, I wiped my eyes when I felt a tear slide down my cheek. Never portray weakness in front your enemy, chanted my brain.

But the damn tears wouldn't stop falling. I sniffled quietly, wiping my wet nose on my sleeve. Seeing this Xander made a disgusted face. He dug his hands into his pockets and threw a handkerchief at my face.

Surprised, I caught the thing before flinging it back at him.

I don't want your trash.

He looked at me with a pointed face before closing his eyes with a deep sigh.

"If I ever find you in that room aga-"

"You have my word, I swear I won't go in there," I said cutting him off.

He gave a small nod in response.

"Also we'll be going out tonight."

I looked at him with surprise but nodded my head without any objection.

What is he up to now?

"Blake will take you and everything you need will be there, don't complain and just let my employees do their job."

"Where am I going?"

"To a beauty parlor."

"Why?" I asked incredulously.

"We need to get you modified, I can't show up at my mother's anniversary with my wife looking like a hobo," he said mockingly, scrutinizing me with a look of disapproval.

Instantly I felt cheeks flush as I gaped at him in surprise, eyes wide in disbelief.

Hobo?

The nerve.

Lucky for him I didn't take insults to heart.

I'm bulletproof.

Besides I look like shit because that's how you treat me! I wanted to say out loud but instead, I took a deep breath and let it go.

There were more pressing matters here than his childish insults. I looked at him with curiosity, thinking about his motives.

"Why can't you take another girl?"

"Because there is no other."

"You just said that I look like a freaking hobo! so get a girl who doesn't look like one."

"I don't have the time."

"I'm your freaking hostage and now you wanna introduce me to your mother as your wife? I thought you said we weren't going to tell anyone!"