Chapter 9: Keep Him Safe

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Warning! Graphic stuff incoming! Shield your eyes kids! PS: Sometimes I forget to make changes on the day of editing. FML

-Arthur's POV-

When I had went upstairs from the kitchen, trying not to be in his presence for too long. There was nothing else to clean, nor any other activities. I just wanted to clear my mind and get some time away from the Mad Constable. I'd be calling him Lord Harvey if I didn't have a shred of dignity left.

I've heard him also referred to as Constable Killington, or Officer Carvey by other officers when we are seen by the locals. Stupid names of course, but they seem to fit him just fine, as if he was from a horror movie. Cutty would be proud.

I stood in the hallway for a while; I had thought about sitting down in the bedroom, but I've been avoiding sleeping in there like the plague. Brings back some, loathsome memories. Same goes for the bathroom; after what happened yesterday. I'll only go in there when he's either sleeping or when I really have to go. And as for sleeping, the couch is just as good, luckily he doesn't seem to mind.

It wasn't that bad.

It was.

After the break, I went back downstairs to see if Carvey needed anything else. I expected him to still have that horrible grin, ask me to help with more errands or feed the birds or some shite. I did not expect, however, for him to look horribly pissed. Oh Christ, what I do now?

Nor did I expect him to yell at me about being dismissive and then receive a fierce slap to my cheek. His eyes looked mad, but not insanity, just anger. It was surprisingly more human than when he smiles, but just as unnerving, coming from him. I panicked and ran upstairs, just to leave his gaze. Looks like I'll have to get my bearings again, and this time I don't mind the bathroom.

I splashed some water on my face, just to make sure I was still awake. What the hell was that!? I come downstairs to greet him, only to be struck so suddenly. Did I upset him that bad by doing some unforeseen terrible deed?

Maybe you left without saying goodbye?

Right, cause he's that childish and clingy.

.......

Know what, I take that back. I should've expected this kind of behavior coming sooner or later. I examine the reddened area where I was struck, I hiss upon rubbing it. It stings, and is probably going to leave a mark. The slap itself stung, more than a bee I would say. As expected from a man with heavy hands, but dammit, he mind as well use a club. I dab some cool water on it and hope to god he's isn't thinking about coming back for more.

Is this what's going to come to then? Bruise me before I'm maimed? Treated like some poor housewife who's angered her husband? Like hell, I'm gonna stay for that! I head down the hallway to the bedroom, maybe he'll cool down by then or...

Maybe he'll ask for forgiveness? Perhaps even give you token of apology for the other night.

Please stop making me remember.

*Crash*

I jump at the sudden sound of glass being broken right behind me. Before I could turn around, I am pushed aggressively into the room, which causes me to lose my footing and fall face first. I look up to see three men in familiar dark vests.

"Lookie what we 'ave here boys. The Mad Constable's got himself a pet."

I knew the bedroom wasn't safe.

-Harvey's POV-

I slowly crept up to the room, peeking an eye inside. Three men conversing with one another, dressed in dark jackets and helmets, and one familiar looking man lying still on the floor. I let out a low growl.

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