The Cleaner's Daughter 3

Explaining what happened

Song: Bad Things by Camila Cabello and Machine Gun Kelly

Scarlett's POV:

I wake up to a splitting headache. I roll over and groan. I flutter my eyes open to see that I am in my room. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is drinking at the club and maybe Kwan drove me home. I don't remember coming up to the room. I stretch out and groan again. Why is my body so freaking sore. The bed is empty and I wonder if Mekhi was here at all last night. I roll over and pull the pillow underneath my head.

The door opens up and Mekhi walks over towards me holding a tray. "Good...you are awake." He sits down beside me on the bed. "Thought I would bring up breakfast today."I sit up but there is a sharp pain in my head. I go to grab it and Mekhi hands me a pack of ice. "Here you could use this."

I take it from him and place it on my jaw because I all of a sudden feel the soreness coming through. I don't feel like arguing with him at the moment. I lean back on the headboard and close my eyes. I shake my head, where do I even start. "We need to talk don't we?"I let out a lung full of air.

"Scarlett...you know I don't ever say that I am sorry...look I went too far last night. I shouldn't have done what I did."

"And I should have told you. I just thought..." A single tear slides down my cheek. "Hell I don't know what I was thinking. I went the first time just to see what it was like and when they talked about the room and that it goes off your thoughts...I never planned on seeing Zane but he was there and it was so fucking real. He was there...and I'm sorry for needing that feeling. I'm sorry that I miss him so much. I'm..."

"You don't need that machine baby...I can meet those needs that you need."

"Can you...because you said that you didn't like hurting me anymore and then last night I don't even know who you were. That was cruel Mekhi...you put me on display like a fucking sub and that fucking choker...you fucking got off on hurting me in front of everyone didn't you."I roll over looking the other direction.

"Scar...it's not like that..."

I turn back around and glare at him. "Yes it was...you wanted me to wear that shit...you wanted others to know that you own me...especially Elis. Why?"

"It pissed me off knowing that you have been going there. It pissed me off more know that dick-head knew who you were even with the blind fold on which tells me that he has seen you naked."

So there was a time or two...hell maybe so many more times that I don't care to count. But it never meant anything. "Yes...he might have a time or two...I mean I put the suit on naked."

"With him in the room...I don't like people seeing you."

I laugh at that but then quickly hold the ice pack back to my sore jaw. Seriously...he let everyone watch him discipline my ass. "But you let them all watch..."

"I did...and I hate myself for it because that is what I would do to my subs...and you are not one of them. I was so fucking pissed off. Shit the moment I walked back in that room and saw you there...there was no going back."

I sit up and place my elbows on my knees; I leave the one hand on my jaw with the ice pack. "You hurt me."

"I know...but looks like someone else did a better number on you." His hand grazes my cheek.I close my eyes briefly while he touches me.

"Yeah...looks like it. I deserved it. I asked for an ass kicking and I got it."

"May I ask what happened and where are your clothes...why did you come home wearing Kwan's shirt?"

"I had blood all over my clothes and he didn't want me to cause a seen at the bar." I watch him look down at the plate of food and not say a word. "Nothing happened between us. Mekhi look at me. I would never fuck anyone else. I love you."

"I know...but still it really pissed me off and I just don't trust him."

"I don't know why you have an issue with him."

"Because I can't find out anything about him; I looked up everything...I talked to my men...and no one can find anything on him like he doesn't even exist."

"So you have been really searching into him. Look he was a gentleman last night. He made sure that I was safe and got me home in one piece."

"Safe...safe my ass...look at you. Have you seen yourself?" He stands up and takes hold of my arm and forces me into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. I look away but he grabs a hold of my jaw with just enough hold and turns my head back to look. He stands right behind me. "Look Scar...look...what the fuck happened?"

I see him behind me through the reflection in the mirror. I see the girl that he holds and she is bruised pretty well. Under her eye is a dark circle and there is dried up blood beside her nose and upper lip with a nice shade of dark purple. I notice a few fingerprints nice and purple left on my neck and as I look down a few more bruises along my side and stomach...but let's not forget the whip that he used on me. I bite my bottom lip and glance over to see him looking at me. He wants answers. "I'm fine...this is nothing."

He turns me around forcing me to look at him. "This is not fucking fine. Tell me where did you go? Who did this? Did he do it...because I warned him once about hitting you in the face?"

"No...he didn't hit me alright. Dammit." I try to walk away and he refuses to let go of me. His lips crash into mine and I know he is wanting to have makeup sex but we need to settle a few thins first. "Fine...I was pissed off at you alright...I came home and changed. Kwan refused to let me go alone. I was speeding and cops where on my ass. I lost them and it was like he knew the area...I don't know. He told me to pull up at this club...I think it was called 'The Underground' or something like that. They have fights down there and I was pissed off alright so I wanted to let out my frustration. I got paired up with some dick and he got pissed that I won." I stop to search his facial expression.

"We left right after but the guy wasn't having it. Kwan got a call on the phone...I figured from you or Atticus and anyway the guy came up behind me and tried to attack me but I killed him and that is how I got blood all over my clothes." I jerk my arm away from him and this time he lets go. "I never planned on fighting or killing anyone, I just wanted to get fucked up wasted and so I went to the bar. Kwan wouldn't let me go in looking the way I did so he gave me his shirt. I got blasted...he brought me home. The end...are you happy now...that is what fucking happened."

"If you just wanted to get wasted why did Kwan take you there to the fighting place?"

"I don't know." I throw my hands up in the air. "I guess he knew I was pissed off and just needed to get it out of my system. Look he knew the place. He knew the people that ran it...like they were family. The one guy he said was his cousin I think." I try to think back on what he had said.

"Sounds like he had it already planned out, I'm telling you that something is off about him. I think you should let him go."

"Mekhi...he brought me home safely...let it go."

"I can't let this go."

And he is right...he will not let this go. I walk out the door and go down the stairs to the kitchen. Meagan happens to be in there and she as she looks up her eyes go wide. "Tell me my brother did not do that to you."

Before I can say anything Mekhi walks into to the room right behind me. "I would never do that." He glares at her.

"Then what the hell happened. Scar you look like shit."

"Thanks Meagan...because I actually feel like it at the moment." I give her a fake as hell smile. I turn to face Mekhi. "I will be in the workout room if you need me."

He leans into me and kisses me softly on the lips. "I will be in my office and then I have some business to take care of. I will see you later."

"Later then."