Captured (Unedited)

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Tatiana POV
I can't believe I expected Alex to kiss me last night, I looked so pathetic. I mean I claim to hate the man, a day ago I tried to shoot him for Christ's sake.
Grabbing the tray of coffee placing it in front of him, his eyes glued to his phone, not acknowledging my presence I make my way back to the kitchen. Grabbing his plate it in front of him, he places his phone down, finally. Grabbing his fork and knife he began digging in, "uhm Alexander?" I hesitantly call out, not bothering to look up at me, "have you thought about it?" I ask, "sit" he instructs, "I went through your profile" he says, "I see you graduated with great marks and was the highest in your entire school. Why didn't you enroll in a college" he raises his brow, "because I couldn't" I whisper, "your parents didn't have money? The same ones that haven't reported you missing since your disappearance" he says, emphasizing the last part. Swallowing the huge lump in my throat I get up from my seat, making my way back to the kitchen. I have nothing to say to him, he could have simply said no instead of questioning every single thing, he has no right to judge me, he has no idea what I've been through.

Alexander POV
Getting up from her seat, "Dio Alexander why do you have to be such an asshole" I think to myself. Finishing my breakfast I walked over to the kitchen, placing the dish in the sink, not seeing her anywhere I make my way out. The sound of my phone ringing stops me in my tracks, Natalia. groaning I press ignore, stuffing it back in my pocket before going about with my day.

Tatiana POV
Yes I probably could have explained, but it wasn't his business anyway. He has been an ass to me from the moment I got here, therefore he wouldn't understand nor respect my feelings. Somehow yesterday's thoughts kept coming back to me, was I hallucinating, why did he do that! Sighing I decided to get on with my day.
My thoughts occasionally drifting to Elizabeth, I've known her for such a short amount of time but she was still more of a mother than anyone else.

Getting a bottle of water from the kitchen I'm startled by the sound behind me making me quickly turn, a sigh of relief escapes my mouth but is short lived. Alexander , his hand bloody including shirt, his body slumped over, running over to him "oh my God Alex, what happened?" I ask in horror, groaning in pain, "it's nothing, I just need to clean this up" he breaths, grabbing a hold of his arm, placing it on my shoulder, to my relief he doesn't fight me. "Come" I whisper guiding him to his bedroom, carefully helping him to the bed. "What happened?" I question rushing over to the bathroom to get the kit, "business" he groans out, grabbing it from the drawer, "well then knowing I'm not so stupid business doesn't make people bleed" I roll my eyes. Placing his hands on his jacket, slowly sliding it off him, squatting down I slowly begin to unbutton his shirt, stealing glances at his hard chest and abs, my eyes immediately making contact with tattoo over his shoulders, "control yourself Tatiana" I mentally scold myself, my eyes widen at the hole right by his rib cage, blood gushing out, "you have to go to the hospital" I screech, shaking his head, "I've had worse, get me the strongest vodka at the bar, a fresh towel, a sowing kit, and a small bowel" he breaths. Rushing to find those things, I quickly grab the vodka at the bar, finding the sowing kit in one of the drawers, and a fresh towel in his bathroom. Rushing back, his face scrunched up in pain as he places pressure on the wound with the now blood soaked shirt, kneeling in front of him, "hold this" he motions to the shirt, placing my hand on the shirt, he grabs the kit, roughly opening it. Digging through the small bag a needle comes into view. Throwing it in the small tub, pouring vodka over the needle before grabbing the towel, soaking it with vodka, "now, I need you to wipe the area with this, thoroughly wipe it, till the wound is all you can see" he groans, nodding my head I remove the shirt, hesitantly, I place the towel directly on the wound, "merda!" (Shit) he groans out, wiping it, I see the wound clearly, "can you sow?" He breaths out in pain, furrowing my brows in horror before it dawns on me, my eyes widen in realization, "I can't stitch you up!!" I screech, "well then I'll just do it myself" he groans before moving towards his side, "stop" I grab tightly to his hand, his eyes move to my hand and back to my eyes, instantly releasing it, "I'll do it" I breathe grabbing the needle from him, taking a huge gulp of the vodka, "make this quick, and whatever I do, DO NOT STOP until you done" he orders, nervously nodding my head he lays on his back, closing his eyes, with shaky hands I begin with wiping the area one more time before letting the needle piercing his skin, going through the other, pulling he hisses out in pain.

After 15 minutes of groaning and screaming I was finally done. Cleaning the area, putting a bandage over it, "hand me two pain killers, right in the drawer" he groans out, his forehead wet with sweat and his eyes red, opening it, I grab the two pills, handing them over to him, tossing them in his mouth, taking a huge gulp of the vodka, packing everything up, I threw the blood soaked towel and shirt in the washer.

Washing my hands in the bathroom before making my way back to him, tiredly laying shirtless in his boxers now making my cheeks heat up. Quickly grabbing the bottle of vodka from the dresser, his hand make their way to wrist making me flinch at the touch, "Tatiana?" He breaths before releasing my wrist, eyeing him in fear and confusion, "I'm sorry" he breaths, my brows furrow in confusion, not wanting to probe I slowly make my way out the room.