A Broken Future.

What She Perceives as Terrifying

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Chapter Ten
{▪What She Perceives as Terrifying▪}
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The walls seem to be dancing and my head is swimming. Leo stands in front of me talking, his mouth has been forming the words but I can't hear them. He waves his hands in front of me, snapping his long callused fingers a few times once he realizes I'm not responding. I examine his hand as it dances in front of my face, seemingly in slow motion. It's large and thick, with little bits of peach fuzz outlining it. He has a few scars swooping around it showing me a story only he could tell. I finally look at his face, but I don't study it, I feel like I've seen it a thousand times at this point. No, as I look at him this time I analyze the last few days.

The relationship between Leo and I, if you can even really call it that has definitely changed in the past two weeks. I went from fighting constantly in hopes to get out, to cooperating more or less. I think I just came to this realization that after this long, to my standards at least, it not worth fighting any longer. Although id like to be a cold bitch to him, cooperation gets me food, water, and an actual bed to sleep on.

However, as of this second, all that logic was gone.

"So what do you mean by he was never really shot?" I can hear the inclination in my voice as the sentence goes on. I say it slow like those words only come real after I've said them.

I don't know whether to be relieved, or happy. The only thing I know I am for sure is confused.

He looks at me with the slightest bit of annoyance mingled with facial expression. I raise my eyebrow at him, like he has any right to be annoyed at this moment. A mix of emotions was attacking me, I was so furious and sad, and happy and just....AHHHH.... all of them. I had to reel myself back in though after realizing that he was only being nice for a moment. At any given time he could lash out and hurt me like he's done before. This was all an act to get me to trust him and I was falling for it.

I'm too much of a softy to be in this position. To be truthful, I'd be the girl in the horror movie that died the first ten minutes for being too nice. I mentally roll my eyes not wanting to anger Leo.

I draw my eyes up over his smug face, wanting to punch him dead in the jaw. I clench my fist so tight my knuckles turn white. My teeth grind together so hard I feel as though they are about to fall out. I try to reason with my self-going over all the reasons I just explained to myself as to why to stay in control. Unfortunately, before I knew what I was fully doing my fist was soaring toward his face

His face didn't change in expression, all he did was reach his hand up and catch my fist just seconds before it bruised his jaw. He squeezes my fist in his hand before throwing it down. He snarls a little before he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath pinching the bridge of his nose. He sucks in a deep breath and exhales. When he opens his eyes again his grey orbs have turned hard and cold.

"I will put the cuffs back on" he puts extra emphasis on will, "I don't care how pissed you are, I'm in charge here."

He brings his face very close to my ear making me flinch and the little hairs stand.

"Stop acting up because we both know I won't hesitate to take any measure required."

Him saying this is meant to scare me, trust me it does. As soon as he pulls away I wrap my arms around my body for comfort.