Bruises and Bitemarks

Chapter 12

I rushed into the living room without a word and tried to flee before Ramsey could make an attempt to talk to me, but I knew better than to think it's going to work. 

"Sit." the order was so very strict and straightforward that my legs just gave up and let me fall back onto the couch as if they were programmed to do so. Must be the shock. 

Eric slowly walked up to me. He took his time, probably to intimidate me, as he slowly leaned in, placing his two hands on each side of my legs. I suddenly felt how small I was compared to him, but I wasn't some little romance-novel girl to blush and give in to his game. 

I could tell he tried to keep his shit together for a few minutes, just staring at my damaged hair and face. 

"What the actual fuck, Amy?" his spoke slowly, pronouncing every little word, but his voice mirrored cold calmness. Only his eyes, those stormy beautiful eyes sparkled with something dark... It wasn't like he could've killed someone with those orbs... He would just make them never been born.

"I..." me and the loss of words... That is a strange and rare combination "You know how drunk people are... And you know how sharp my tongue can be sometimes." I lied easily, not taking my eyes off of him. He was good at observing behavior, so I wouldn't do the most obvious thing while trying to hide the truth. 

"Do you remember what happened the last time, I had to ask for the truth more than once?" he asked quietly, yet gently, as if he wasn't just referring to the fact that he poisoned me, and let me believe I was dying.

I nodded slowly. 

"Well, I'm an optimistic person: At least now I will know I'm not dying." I shrugged with a lazy grin. His eyes stuck on me, unmoving. He didn't smile, it was obvious how much I irritated him right now. I was the little bug in his perfect system. 

"Stop bitching about it." I added rudely. He didn't like my tone I could tell. But I didn't have time or energy for this right now.

"I want to help you. We are a family, Amy." he stated coldly. I rolled my eyes. 

"If you want to help me, leave me the fuck alone. I'm tired, Eric." I looked away, trying to finally signal to him how much I would like to leave. He was too close anyway. I could smell mint and his cologne. Also, some kind of soap or cleaning product lingered around his gloves, but those weren't close enough for me to tell. 

"Alright. But if I find out alone, who hurt you, then I will decide alone, what I do with him." with that, he pushed himself away from the couch and started walking towards the counter.

"Him? Why do you think it's a 'him'?"

"Thought we are keeping secrets sweetheart." he replied easily, as he poured himself a cup of tea. 

I grimaced at him, and stood up from my place, keeping my chin high. Yeah, whatever. I don't care, right? I don't care at all. 

Yeah right.

"If you tell me where you work, I will tell you what happened." I offered with a sheepish smile splattered all over my face. He nodded, as for respecting my sneaky move. 

"I work for a lot of people. One at a time. I'm a... Specialist of some sort." he explained, then shrugged. 

"Okay. If you will tell me that much... I was beaten up by a human being. Who happened to have a cock. Or at least until I kicked him." I replied sarcastically. I watched him, trying to decide whether the information I could tell him is worth that he reveals, that he is actually a contract killer.