Havoc (Hostiles Sequel) 3/3

Broken

Sometime during the second week of his hospitalization, Dio had asked for Makenna. It had been slightly unexpected and the therapist had indicated that she should go alone. In that one week the press had completely changed its tune from accusing her of murdering her husband to being obsessed with the possibility that she had been the victim in all this. The world had received the news that he was alive with sheer jubilation and then immediately became obsessed with Myrtle Robson aka Verne Coleman and her obsession with Pluto, so obsessed in fact that people were debating who should play her in the movie. 

Pluto had kept his rule strict, talking to no one but Myrtle, and Seneca had held fast, that Myrtle was to be nowhere near his son, daughter or grandchild. Suddenly, Pluto had asked for Makenna, and she had fussed over what to wear, if she'd ask him about Myrtle's claims that they were partners in this scheme and then finally, deciding that she would to go see him, she sat down with his therapist to figure out what she could ask and how she should behave. She wore a red maxi skirt that covered her baby bump quite well and a black patent leather crop top matched with a dark lip stain. 

She tried her best not to show her nerves as she walked into his hospital room. He was sitting on the couch, something closer to the Dionysius Plutarch that had walked into her perfumery and demanded the majority shareholder treatment, a hardness in his face as he was watching her, which made her all the more nervous as she walked in. She tried to plaster a smile on her face, hoping to the heavens that Myrtle was lying about his involvement in his own kidnapping.

"How are you feeling?" She wonders as gently as she can

"They won't let me read a newspaper or watch the news. I'm guessing it has something to do with this." He says gesturing at the room

She shrugs shyly. What was she supposed to tell him? That people were speculating on a movie based on this...tragedy? That Myrtle was claiming he was a suspect in his own disappearance?

"I'm sure the press will find something else to do soon." she says, feeling the weight of his gaze on her

"And you?" He pries darkly, his gaze sweeping through her body and fixing on her legs

Such long luscious legs, the better to leave him with he supposes. 

"Me?" she chimes in confusion

"Did you find something else to do while I was dead?" He inquires, standing up now

Her brow furrows in complete confusion. He was accusing her of something, this she knew, what he was accusing her of was very unclear.

"What... what are you talking about?" she wonders, feigning calm as she understood the deep hatred in his glare

She had seen this glare before, on their honeymoon, when she had been unsure of her safety around him. When he had growled at her about his company and threatened her. 

"You didn't even make one public appearance, not a single statement expressing concern, not a single plea Makenna. I might as well never have existed..." Dionysius states, prowling in the dark abyss of abandonment

Did she understand how abandoned and betrayed he had felt, locked away in a dilapidated cottage with an insane woman, having to bargain for his life each day! Could she even imagine what it was like for him, seeing the world think he was dead! Seeing everyone except for her worry about him?! His wife! His own fucking wife and she was the fastest to get over him! 

"It's not like that Pluto..." Makenna vows, finding herself walking backwards towards the door

The look in his eyes was menacing and she didn't know what to do. She was trying to remain calm of course, for the baby, for him. He was anything but calm. Dionysius was caught in the tragedy, in the realization that he was having a child with someone else and that completely ruined any chance of fixing this, of winning Makenna over, of being with her again. It was her fault too! She'd given up on him so fast he'd been forced to fuck Myrtle to survive! 

"What is it like Makenna? What's it like to be this beautiful and heartless?" He demands his voice firm and soft at the same time

There was an edge to his statement, an anger that was threatening. She tries to reach for the door, to slip out and call a nurse to sedate him or something, so he wouldn't be hurt, so he wouldn't hurt her, not her, the baby

"I couldn't... I couldn't make a statement to anyone but the police Pluto... and that's what I did." She swears as calmly as she can, though her voice is shaky and the words jumbled

I was a miscarriage risk! 

"Why? Was Lachlan's dick too deep in your mouth for you to say something glikia mou?" he taunts her, a dangerous darkness to his voice, his manners, the way he steps towards her

"That's... not fair..." she states, less calm, more resolutely

If she was firmer maybe he'd back down, and she wouldn't have to ask him to spare the baby. He could harm her all he wanted, but not the baby!

"Fair? Since when did you play fair?!" he shoots back, and for whatever reason, the sharp tone in his voice causes her to whimper and shield her stomach protectively

His gaze fixes on the action in a kind of daze, a silence falling between them. He steps back, as if to better assess the scene before him. She was lightly shaking, her hands protectively cupping her baby bump. She watches his gaze stuck on the little bump highlighted by her protective reflex. She should say something, Makenna thinks, wondering if the therapist had deemed it OK to. She should say "we're pregnant, I was a miscarriage risk, I couldn't be as engaged in public debates of whether I killed you or not because it wasn't good for the baby and the baby was the only thing left between us and I couldn't lose both you and the baby, I wouldn't have known how to survive something like that."

"So that's why..." He whispers menacingly

She's too baffled by his low growl to say anything back, the word pregnant slips through her lips but that's all that comes out

"That's why you wanted a divorce so badly... so you could bring Lachlan's spawn into the world in peace! You were too busy fucking him to care about whether I was dead or alive! Myrtle was right..." He growls accusingly at her

Lachlan's spawn??? 

"What? No!" She protests just as he bounds towards her

"Get out! Get out you filthy whore! Get the fuck out!" Dionysius shouts, a pain in his chest worse than anything Myrtle had put him through

That's why she'd been so fast to bury him! To spit on his grave! She was carrying another man's child! The fucking audacity!

"No! Pluto... It's not what you think!" Makenna cries in frustration and devastation as he shouts over her

He grabs her by her elbow, yanking the door open and throwing her out of the room all the while calling her just about every name in the book. He thrusts her out of the room with such force she hits the corridor wall and falls to the floor and then he actually spits in her face, cussing in Greek now as he slams the door shut in her face. She stands there, shaking in rage and disbelief, trying to find it within herself to forgive him, to excuse his behaviour, to blame it on the trauma of his kidnapping. The force is enough to reopen one of her stab wounds. She cries in pain and whimpers.

She couldn't do this anymore, she realizes. She couldn't endanger the baby each time she was around him. Just last week she'd almost been stabbed to death by his kidnapper, and today he'd thrown her out of the room with such force she'd fallen to the ground and then he'd spit on her. No.

No.

Everything was becoming blurry around her, mainly because of the pain. 

She didn't have it in her, the patience, the forgiveness, the compassion and tolerance for this. Effie had been right last week, her priority must be the baby's health and safety. The rest would be for the doctors to do their best.

As for Dio and her, they were too broken to fix.