A Million Reasons - Under Editing

Chapter Eight

He started by simply pulling me out from underneath the bed. I winced but said nothing. He picks me up and presses me up against the wall. The stupid plastic brace is nowhere to be seen. Oh, wait. It's on his bed. I'm fine with that.

"You challenged me to make you regret your choice so I will," He starts. "I'm just going to ignore you until you regret your choice."

I stare at him. «Пожалуйста нет.» I whine at him but he guides me to the door and hands me the brace. Once I am fully out he shuts his door.

«Нет.»

I huff. «Черт тебя подери.» I hear him laugh but not open the door. Screw him. I don't need help. I can just go find Clint....

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

It's late. Almost twelve. I can't sleep and James won't answer my texts.

James.

No Nat

Please, baby?
James?
Please answer?
I'm lonely.

Oh well. Get over it.

After that I had not picked up my phone for about thirty minutes. I got out of my bed and crept out towards James's room. Right before I could knock he opened he door. "What?"

"I'm lonely," I say in a whiney voice. He rolls his eyes.

"No."

"Please, baby."

"No, Natalia." Damn. No pet name. I give him puppy dog eyes and tilt my head up slightly. "Sorry," he responds as he puts a hand on my chest and pushes me back out of his 'personal space'. I fake a tear and leave him in the hallway. The place he touched me still burned with cold. I can hear him making his way towards me, but choose to ignore him as I shut and lock the door.

He knocks and I ignore him. "Nat don't be his way."

"You don't fucking be this way," I retort slightly and growl at him. As fast as the tears fall I wipe then away.

"Natalia," he whines, pushing me. I hate when he whines. It's both a turn-on and a major annoyance. I storm over to my door and pull it open.

"What?"

"Can I come in?"

"Нет," I cough.

"Why, dolly."

"Because I don't like you at the moment. Your mean."

"Nat. I'm not mean."

I growl at him and he reaches for my arm before I smack it away. He looks at me shocked and I close the door and lock it once more, heading into the bathroom.

The next idea that popped into my head was that I should either dance, or use the punching bags, or see Wanda. I decide on the punching bag because I need to feel physical pain to make up the current emotional pain. I walk out of the bathroom and press my ear to the door. I can hear James breathing. I also need to see Clair. I should do that after I sneak away to the punching bag.

The vents it is!

I open the ventilation box and lift my self up inside. Clint pretty had me memorize every tumble so I decide to drop down into Wanda's room. She jumps, and lets of a muffled half scream. "Hey Wanda."

"Want do you need, Nat?"

"Um. Okay I'm sorry for hurting your head," I say to her and she nods.

"It's fine. Why are you using vents?"

"Ummm. No reason! See you around Wanda!" I conclude and jump back into the vent. Next stop will be apparently Clair. I just hope Blake isn't there or I will probably die. Since I am without James, it is a huge possibility.

I eventually find the hospital that was installed into the factory before dropping from the vents. I ask a nearby doctor for Clair's ward number and she willing gives it to me. I search for Blake and see he isn't there. Good.

I open the door and my eyes go wide.

A/N
Writing this chapter was hell. I don't really like writing stuff like this but I mean I guess it's okay. I sorry it's so late and wayyyy shorter than it should be but enjoy.