All The Hurt Would Go Away

A withered flower small and frail...

"Good morning Jon."
The light was switched on and I squinted my eyes to see Andrew leaning against the doorframe. I scowled to myself sitting up on the mattress then looked back up at Andrew to see he hadn't moved at all.
"Are you just gonna stare at me then?"
"Pretty much. Why did you sleep in here?"
"I didn't feel safe, not like you'd care about that anyway."
"It was a bold move, I didn't think you had the guts, you surprised me."
"Tada? I need to get dressed now if you don't mind."
"I didn't think you had the guts because I thought you would know how angry I was going to get when I saw you weren't in the bed. I thought you ran away at first, that would be even more stupid."
"I get it, I should've left a note explaining. Is there anything I can do now though?"
"I don't want any disagreements today. Not a word against me. We're both tired clearly and I now know that if I get mad at you, you'll just hate yourself. Do yourself a favour and don't anger me."
"So you don't want me to say a thing against you?"
"Precisely."
"Even if you get me to do horrid stuff?"
"Yes. Any issues?"
He gave me the 'challenge me I dare you' look again, obviously trying to cause trouble. Why do I think that's how he'll be all day?
"Just one question: what happens if I do argue with you?"
"I'll punish you."
"How exactly?"
"Don't argue with me and you won't need to find out."
Again with the stupid imagination thing, he definitely learnt a lot in prison. Just studying people like the psycho he is. He said yesterday he wasn't planning on making any advances on me since I wasn't fully over it, would he go back on that? He did say it yesterday, not today...
"Are you gonna get up?"
"This duvet is pretty cosy."
He rolled his eyes and approached the bed, I automatically cowered and raised the duvet to hide more of my body in defence. He dug his arms beneath my legs and back then lifted me up, against my will of course but what's new? I struggled against him until he purposefully hit my head against the wall when leaving through the door of the guest bedroom. I made some sort of noise in pain and he smiled to himself.
"Any problems?"
"No. I'm fine."
I forced out with gritted teeth. He doesn't have to be a dick just to challenge me, all that's gonna happen today is that I won't have a say in anything that goes on. If I try to speak my mind I'll get punished. Andrew placed me back down on the couch downstairs, the duvet still on top of me since he never removed it. I just got comfortable and resumed my peaceful slumber to his pure annoyance since he shook me awake as soon as my eyes closed.
"Don't be difficult. You're breakfast is on the table so go eat."
I murmured a couple choice words under my breath as I walked past then fell silent as Andrew seized my arm in a rough grip, forcing me to stay still. I refused to look at him and instead kept my eyes focused on a stain in the carpet that wasn't there yesterday, it looked like some sort of wine spill. If Andrew got drunk last night he must have a killer hangover today, great, that's bloody marvellous.
"Care to repeat what you just said?"
"Andrew, you're hurting me"
"Jon."
"No, I'm not going to. Please let go."
I whimpered, grimacing at the pain. Sure the scabs have come off but that doesn't mean my arms have completely healed, even he was on edge after seeing them yesterday.
"I'm not going to let go until you repeat what you just said."
He gripped my arm tighter causing my eyes to water, one of his fingers was above the worst cut and was pressing right into it. Surely he knows what he's doing?
"Please Andrew let go."
I turned my head to look at him, he seemed to lose his impulse as he read my eyes giving me a fraction of hope. Alas, that was lost when the curious light in his eyes was pushed aside by an evil glint and he maintained eye contact while he grabbed my arm with both hands and twisted them, the way those kids used to with 'Chinese burns'. But this was against deep wounds only just sealed. I let out a cry of pain and fell to my knees as he continued to deface the wound, he couldn't draw blood since it was sealed but he obviously could add to the pain just as he intended. He let go of my arm and it fell limp by my side, I blinked away the tears once again focusing on the wine stain.
"Get up. If your arm still hurts after an hour tell me."
I stood up and sat at the table, not looking at Andrew once in the process. Once I started my breakfast he left the room and immediately I inspected my arm, it was all red and blotchy but didn't look awful at least. I hope. It is wishful thinking for Andrew to not take out his anger on me, his head might be sore from whatever he drank last night but it wasn't my fault. Unless he drank after seeing I was in the guest bedroom that is. Once I finished my breakfast I went to the kitchen to take my medication then got dressed and ready for the day. When I returned Andrew was putting his shoes on.
"I'm going for a walk around the park, you're staying at home because Lin is probably gonna be there with his kids. I can't think of any chores so do what you want."
"You do realise Lin will probably try to fight you if he sees you?"
"Lin's smarter than that."
"He punched you before, pretty hard."
"Shut up. I'll be back in an hour."
I nodded and with that he left shutting the front door behind him and locking it. So I can't go outside then. I've gotta say, there is something deeply satisfying with Andrew being embarrassed by the fact Lin punched him. Why else would he be so dismissive of that fact? And with such a lousy reply too? Regardless of what just happened I chose to fully examine the house since I've never had the chance before. I started in Andrew's study, probably the most interesting spot, and looked at what he's been working on. I mean, I'm always curious about Lin's study so it should be the same here.