The Evil Within

Chapter 9

The shape stares intently at the blonde, her fragile body shaking with the amount of anger radiating from her. The familiar silence filled the air once again with the soft barely audible sobs coming from her.

" W-why me....." She asks in a whisper.

Too many thoughts ran through his head as he heard those words, did she not understand? He wanted her because she was the only one that showed the most amount of care for him than anyone, other then his mother that is. She makes him feel something he's never felt that he wants to know. But how can he make her know how he feels...

"Y-...y-you......c-care...."

A gasp escapes her as she looks towards him with wide eyes. She looks at the pain in his face knowing it must be hard from not using his voice all these years. A grunt come from him as he struggles to talk, his hands turn into fists as he tries to say something else, only for more grunts to come out.

"A-and....I....c-care....for you....." His eyes look towards her waiting for a reaction only for her to look away making his gut drop. A sigh escapes him as he turns away from her, grabbing the doorknob and opening it until a light touch on his arm catches his attention. He turns to be face with her small delicate hand on his before she looks at him.

"Michael, I do care about you and I'm really flattered that you care about me as well..but people that care about someone don't lock them up and keep them hostage or force themselves on them.." Michael looks away from her before she hesitantly reaches and touches his cheek causing him to flinch and slowly turn to face her.

"Please Michael..let me go home..please..." He shakes his head with a grunt. "Michael please, If you truly care about me you would let me go..." He looks at her before placing his hand over hers.

"S-safe...with m-me..." He says slowly letting go of her hand before walking out the door and closing it.

She stands in shock listening to him move around before the doorknob twists and his hand comes into view with a few towels, placing them on the countertop before closing the door.

Her eyes focus on the towels before turning her gaze towards the bathtub watching the steam radiate from the water. Her hands move to unbutton the rest of her ripped shirt throwing it the ground before moving to her jeans. She slowly sticks her foot it feeling the hot water engulf her before stepping in.

Her hands move over her body, scrubbing and washing the dirt from her body. The water slowly turning from it's clear feature to a tint of brown. Her hands reach her neck before slowly unwrapping the gauze and washing her neck before reaching for the plug.

She steps out dripping water onto the floor before grabbing the fluffy towel. She delicately drys her body before wrapping it around her body. Her eyes land on her reflection in the broken mirror noticing the bruises and marks were still noticeable. Sighing she turns towards the door before softly turning the doorknob only to walk face first into Michael's hard chest.

He steadies her before she takes a step back and looks towards him.

"I-is there any clothes...?"