The One He Wanted

Easy To Hate, Easy To Love

A/N: I promised I would stick to the schedule, so here is the chapter. This one is less focused on the things going on, and instead is focused on a sudden shift in Katherine's feelings. You will also get a little peek as to what Xavier's thinking 😊 you're welcome. I'm sorry if I'm being a little off, I've been going through some crap and Wattpad has become an escape again. Anyways, I love you guys, and now... OFF TO THE CHAPTER!!

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I kept my head down as he pushed me towards the house. I was stupid to think that I could get away from him, and I still didn't know if I ever would. With Xavier, I get conflicted feelings of bravery and fear. I'm still not sure which is the safest option. Bravery could get me away from him, but fear could keep him from hurting me. I bit my lip as the house came into view, looming like a death sentence in front of me. My steps faltered, but I knew that I couldn't run anymore. My ankle was sending shock waves of pain with every step as it was. Xavier must've noticed my hesitation, because at that moment, his hand pressed into my back, urging me forward.

"You deserve this Kat. I've warned you before, but now you've just put yourself in an even worse situation. You can't get away from this. From me. You might as well accept it at this point. It would definitely be easier." He said while holding back a laugh. But just like before, even though he was laughing I knew that he was angry. It was my greatest fear coming true. I was scared of what would happen if he got angry with me, so I broke up with him. Ironically, I still ended up in the same predicament. At that moment, we reached the house. He reached around me and opened the front door, quickly pushing me through it. He closed it behind us and walked down the dimly lit hallway. The door to the room was already open and he guided me in, waiting a minute in the darkness before flipping on the light switch. I was momentarily blinded, not expecting the sudden brightness. He let go of my wrists and closed the door behind him. I didn't look up at him, I couldn't. I clenched my teeth as he roughly gripped my chin and pulled my head upwards to his.

"You know, I might cut down on your punishment if you beg." I recoiled away from him and he smirked at my reaction. He knew me well, in this case I wouldn't beg for anything. He knew that. My pride would literally be the death of me. I've lost enough as it is, I refused to beg for something like this.

"No." I said sharply. He smiled as if he knew what my answer was before I even said it, and he probably did.

"I figured you'd say that." He then grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bed. I watched him warily as he sat down on the edge, not knowing what he was planning. He smirked at me again before pulling me over his knees, my ass straight up in the air. I gasped as I realized what he wanted and I struggled to get back up again, but to no avail. He easily pushed me back down and pulled my shorts down and off. He then rested his hand on top of my ass and used his other hand to push down firmly on my back, keeping me in the same position.

"You get 30 spankings. Count every one of them. If you miss a number or forget, I'll have to restart." I took in a sharp breath as his hand left my ass. I barely had time to blink before it came back down full force. I cried out in pain and jerked forward, but he pulled me back. He had concentrated all of his anger in this punishment.

I took in a shuddering breath, "One." I said quietly. He pulled back and hit me again. "Two." And again. "Three." He continued up to 30, every spank getting harder and harder. By the last one came, I was a shuddering and crying mess. As soon as I counted it, he pushed me to the floor and walked out of the room. I lay on my side, hugging my knees to my chest. I finally found enough strength to grab my shorts off the floor and put them back on. I don't know how long I sat there, unable to move for fear he would hurt me even more.

What felt like hours later, he eventually came back and picked me up off the floor, cradling me to his chest. I didn't have the willpower to push him away, so I took what comfort I could in his arms. I began crying again and I soon felt his hand caress my face and wipe away my tears. My heart broke. It was easy to hate him when he was threatening me and hurting me, but when he was being like this, when he was being the one I fell in love with... it wasn't so easy. I found myself missing the time when we were together. The feelings I had spent what felt like forever trying to suppress had come back again, for now at least, and it scared me. I didn't want to love what he was now, didn't want him to win the game he was playing. But at the moment he felt normal. For once I didn't feel like trying to run from him, but instead run to him. The sudden thought jarred me out of my head and I immediately scrambled away from him. Something had changed. What, I didn't know. But I knew I didn't like it. I looked up at Xavier from the floor to see him watching me with a confused expression.

Xavier's POV:

I battled with my feelings, trying to force down the apologies and the "I love you" threatening to tumble from my mouth. I couldn't feel this way. She betrayed me. But I couldn't help but wish for her to be back in my arms again. It was easy to be rough with her when she was hitting and running from me, but now that she was giving me that look... I didn't want to do it to her anymore. Suddenly, she pushed back against me and I quickly let go. I sat back on my heels as we both watched each other, wondering what had just happened. But I knew. When I saw her, lying broken on the floor, I couldn't stop myself. She stood up and watched me with guarded eyes.

"What just happened?" She asked me. I had to lie. No matter what I felt, this was the only way she would forever me mine.

"I wanted to see what would happen. You reacted better than I thought." I replied cockily, but my heart just wasn't in it. I needed to pull myself together before I'd do something I'd regret.

"Are you done? Can you take me back now?" She crossed her arms over her chest glared at me, all feelings but hate had left her eyes. I felt my resolve harden. I wouldn't let her go. I would take her back home for now, but I won't be done for a long time.