Fell in love with a spy-mirage fanfiction (1) ✔️

chapter 20| hard times

I stared at the beautiful female spy. I couldn't get my eyes off of her. One I was scared she was going to leave and second, she's just too beautiful. It's a shame she doesn't trust anyone and is pushing me away. She's only been for a week, but she's already pushing me away, snapping at me. In the end, I get my information but I always need to push.

I looked up when Lennox approached me. "How is it going?" He asked. "Laboriously... she keeps pushing me away. She's clear she's not here for me," I sulked. "Guilt is tearing me apart and I know I need to be more strict but I am afraid to lose her again. I can't do this without her but with this attitude, I can not solves all those cases. I need her to trust me,"
Lennox shook his head and sighed "she's complicated. She faked her death, which I think is very smart but she underestimated you. Although, I think she knew she needed more information...just in case."

"What do you think I should do?"

Lennox looked back at the female spy. "Cat and I have had fights before. She's cocky, she hates authority. I know she's tortured but she needs to listen. You're in charge, not her. She's forced to be here otherwise she ends up in a mental hospital. You can get mad at her, there are limits and she just crossed it. I know you were wrong but you apologized. There's nothing more you can do."
Lennox was right about that, but I was only going to push her away even more. "Yeah..." I sulked. "You're in charge, not her," he repeated before he left. Cat walked off with some case files. This was her break, so what was she going to do with them?"

I followed her and called out for her. "What do you want?" She snapped without stopping or looking at me. "What's this all about?" I asked. She glared at me "these are case files!" She snapped back. "I know that, what are you going to do with them? The archive?"
"No! Now get out of my damn way," she sneered. I blocked her again. "Cat..." I warned. She pushed them in my arms. "Fuck you!" She hissed. The case files fell on the floor. I grabbed her and yanked her back before showing her against the wall. "You don't talk to me like that! I give you all the reason to be mad but I have done everything I could to make it up to you! You're going to listen to me! Clear!" I snapped.

"Who do you think you are? Some sort of god!" She sneered. I pressed some harder "you will every damn case file off the floor and take them to the office! We are going to look through them together!" I hissed. "You're going to behave! I am tired of your attitude!" I snapped. "And I am sick of you!" She sneered. "You better watch out, human!" I growled.

I pushed her on the floor. With a thud and grunt, she ended up on her side. "Now pick them up!" I snapped. She had this challenging look in her eyes. "So, if I don't I end up in a mental hospital? You need me!" She snapped. "I am not talking about that, there are enough other punishments I can give you!" I snapped.

"No!"
"Cat! I am warning you! Pick them up, NOW!"
"Screw you! I am not your fucking slave!"
I grabbed her a little bit too painful and made her look at me. "Was I speaking Italian! I said grab the dam files!" I shouted before I let go of her. I saw some bruises started to form on her arms. "Pick them up, cat!" I groused, gritting my teeth.

She refused again, with a lot of force I grabbed her long straight dark blonde hair and dragged her with me. She hissed and struggled I threw her in a cell and slammed the door closed. She kicked furiously against the wall, I cared less and simply left, banging the door closed.

(Cat's P.O.V))
I groaned and sat down against the wall, throwing my head against the wall. "Stupid spy!" I scowled, looking down. My eyes filled with tears again. So many emotions flew through my body. Mirage didn't return in the next following hours and I actually started to like being on my own.

Instead, someone else walked in. "We need information, Cat," the voice was low and sounded warningly. "Leave me alone!" I snapped. He grabbed me, him being taller and muscular slammed me against the wall. "We need answers! Give them to us!" He snapped. "I don't even know who you are!" I hissed. Did Mirage send him? Was this revenge for the past few days? Was this what he meant with punishment. 

The guy tied my hands together. Tightly enough to make my wrists bleed. "Tell me everything I know, otherwise I am going to hit you with this belt 76 times!" He warned. "Mirage sent you?" I asked. "Answer me!" He shouted. I flinched but before I could answer he hit me, over and over again. Even with my cries, he didn't stop. 
I lost consciousness. By the time I woke up, I was in a daze of pain, surrounded by blood. I curled up in a ball against the once white wall.

The door opened and Mirage walked in. Speak of the devil. Really the person I wanted to see right now. He's probably here to see how I am doing! I was sure he sent that guy. "What happened?" He asked, kneeling down. "Don't pretend you know about nothing! You were behind this!" I shouted. I uttered a low and long painful groan. "What?! No, I wasn't! I swear—"

"Of course not! So that guy tortured me for information and it wasn't you! The person that got mad at me for not telling you everything!" I sneered. "I would never torture you for information!" He stated. He grabbed me "get your hands off me!" I sneered. "Let me help you! Please."
"Stupid moron!" I scowled.

I tried to get up, and Dino couldn't keep his hands off of me and helped me up. "You need Ratchet," he said quietly. "If you call him in or anyone else I will not share anything with you! Even if it means I end up in a mental hospital!" I sneered. "Cat, your back—"
"Wasn't I clear!" I shouted, trembling from cold, pain, frustration, anger, sadness, and fear. So many emotions, it's hard to deal with them all at once. I punched him away and left, limping over to my room.

I removed my shoes and walked over to the bathroom, removing my shirt and bra. I'm the mirror I tried to have a look to see how my back looked like. I tried to clean up some blood in the best way I could, but it didn't take away the pain and sadness.
I pulled on my blue blocked pj trousers, laying in bed, and pulled the blanket higher to my chest. My back facing the door. I barely heard the door open. I noticed someone was here as I heard the soft click of a door closing and footsteps.

I looked over my shoulder. "Happy?" I snapped. "Of course I am not happy!" Mirage snapped back before sitting down. "Let me help you," he said. "You can't do this on your own," he added. I rolled on my stomach and let him pull down the blanket a little to fully explode my back.
"You helped me once, now I want to return that," he said, softly cleaning up the blood. I hissed and flinched as he touched my back and covered up the worst places with a band-aid.

As he was done, he got up and grabbed something before showing me. "Painkillers! I swear it's nothing else," he said, walking over to me. I wasn't even able to protest. He injected me and quickly emptied the needle. I was scared it would be something else, I didn't trust him, but soon I figured out he spoke the truth and the pain started to fade. He walked over to the bathroom and returned with my upper part of my long-sleeved PJ. He handed it to me and turned around. Quickly I pulled it over my head before laying down again. "Done?" He asked.

"Yeah..." I grumbled.
He laid down next to me "go away..." I sulked, moving away from him. "Come on, let me comfort you," he said. I huffed and turned my back towards him. He moved closer and started to rub my arm. I didn't like it he touched me and pushed his hand away. "I hate it if people touch me!" I snapped.

"You think you know it all so well, but you're only a teenager," Mirage said quietly. "For the last forty years, I am an 18-year-old teenager! I used to be 58 years old but I am still 18..." I snapped. "Isn't that a good thing you stay 18?" He asked, a bit teasingly. "Figures like you will never understand me," I snapped. "Try me!"
"I don't wanna talk about it with you!" I snapped. "Come on! You look like eighteen and you are mentally a teenager. You need people around you," he whispered as he started stroking my arm again. I huffed and ignored him. I could feel him come closer and press a soft kiss on my shoulder. "What are you doing?" I muttered. "Go to sleep..." he murmured softly. "Please leave, Mirage..." I muttered. "If you're asleep... I will leave," he said. I couldn't win this from him. He's cocky.

I finally fell in a very deep but restless sleep.