The Queen in Hell

Bed Time

"So here is the guest room, I'll be right back with some essentials for you, but please let me know if you need anything else" Hailey says with a smile as she leaves us in a master bedroom that has a common theme of blue and crème colored furniture. I walk in slowly, my whole body seems on the verge of cracking and I need to lay down and relax.

"Be careful" he says behind me, his looming figure is intimidating and I move towards the bed to sit.
"I'm fine don't worry so much" I say trying to get some space. After Hailey's story and the very awkward dinner that followed I think it's best we take a moment to rethink and breathe as separate people with our own identities.
"I just don't want your stitches to reopen" he says with a frown. I roll my eyes when he turns around and smile to myself.
"So what are we gonna do now?" I ask raising a brow as he turns to face me. He takes a seat in a desk chair that of course is blue and catches me off guard with his shiny red eyes.
"We have to leave, as soon as possible" of course we do.
"Where to?" I ask wanting to smack myself.
"Well perhaps somewhere cold next? Or do you prefer beach paradises because I know-"
"Lorenzo, what about my job, my life, my friends?"I exclaim stopping his destination plan. I know he's said it's dangerous but when is it gonna be time for it to not be dangerous?
"Are you delusional? Did you hit your head harder than I though? You can't go back at all, look at what they did to us when we managed to get away, imagine what they will do when we don't" his words hit me and I know he's right but I don't want him to be. I'm tired of it all and I can't let running be my entire life.

"How long? How long till you fix this?" I ask my heart races and I feel my tongue go dry as i await the answer.
He looks away and doesn't meet my eyes as his lashes move smoothly with his gaze to the floor.
"Lorenzo?" I add, his silence frustrates me and I don't know what hes thinking.
"Lorenzo!" I exclaim when I notice he doesn't want to answer.

"I don't know! I just don't know" he snaps shooting up in defeat. He stands and begins to pace as if he has something in his pants.
"What do you mean you don't know?! I thought your father lost everything I thought you made sure of that and that this was all temporary!" I say anxiously, we can't run forever! What type of life would that be?!

"It's complicated! I'm sorry, i did what I had to do to get you out of there and safe!" He says and I scowl what does he mean? Was he lying?
"What did you have to do?" I ask wishing my body didn't hurt so much so I could stand and feel less intimidated in this argument.

"There were some things I wasn't completely honest about" he admits and this scares me as his red eyes flash from me to the floor.
"Like? Did you not destroy your fathers assets and ruin him financially?" I ask scared of his response, this is terrible! If he lied and his father is running around with the same kind of power and trying to kill us then might as well just kill ourselves.

"No I did that, it's just it doesn't matter anymore! Just forget about it all" he says trying to shake off the whole conversation.
"Lorenzo tell me!"
"I tried to do the right thing but your just so stubborn and you know how I get-"
"Lorenzo"
"I knew getting you out of the country would be impossible if you didn't think there was a real threat" his words are being mixed into the sound of my heart beating in my ears.
"And?"
"It was supposed to me harmless" he says and now I'm confused and scared.
"What did you do?" I push and his red eyes meet mine with a hint of despair.

"I staged the shooting in your office" his words hit me like a knife to the chest and I stand immediately my anger and adrenaline overcoming my aches.
"You what?!"I yell feeling like I could strangle him!
"Please just let me explain!"
"Explain! Explain! How?! I was shot! I was shot badly! So badly I nearly died! And it was for what! So I would come with you on your fancy romantic holiday!" I yell my eyes welling up with tears! How could he hurt me so?! How do I mean so little to him?

"It was an accident you weren't supposed to get shot and trust me the idiot who made the mistake is already butchered and dead!" He exclaims trying to justify his terrible, conceited and egotistical actions.
"Get out" I say not even being able to look at him.
"Ade-"

"Get out!!" I yell my voice scaring even me as he sighs and leaves the room. This is impossible! This is crazy! He's psychotic! First he leaves me after being the cause of my fathers death and now he got me nearly killed so I would believe him! What type of hypocritical bull is that?! He can't be serious! This has to be a hoax!
I sit back down my legs shaking and my chest rocky as I cry out of frustration.
This is too much! This is insane! I can't let this be my life! I can't let him hurt me like this! I lay down my heart and my head conflicted as I hear him pace outside the door.
I can't run from him and I can't run with him..suddenly I feel trapped again, trapped with him and trapped with myself...

How have I developed such feelings towards someone who is capable of almost killing me to prove a point? It's just not ethical! But yet I wish he would stop pacing and come in, i wish he would fight with me until I let him lay down with me...

It's sick and twisted but I can't help it, and as his footsteps soothe me and stop my tears, I feel the pain of reality much more clearly...and the anger of betrayal that comes with it.