Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

F I V E

As much as Caroline wanted to eat, she couldn't do it. Her back was still burning and stinging, completely taking away her appetite. If she moved an inch, the pain would spread through her body like a speeding bullet. She wanted to stay in her bed in eat but Laurent wasn't having it, so she was forced to sit downstairs with him for dinner. That night he cooked steak and mashed potatoes with gravy. On the side, he used some of the same vegetables from the night prior and he added French fries. There was no doubt, he was a good cook, but he wasn't a good man. She wondered if he cared if she still was still in pain or not, but she already knew the answer. He didn't even peek at her at the beginning of dinner, let alone fix her plate for her. 

What do you expect from him?

She continuously stabbed her food as hot tears rolled down her face. They hadn't stopped coming since he beat her, but they fell a little less. Laurent was enjoying his food, though. He honestly didn't care whether or not she was in pain, he just didn't want her to waste the food. Part of him felt a little bad for beating her the way he did, but she needed to know her place. She was his whether she wanted to accept it or not. 

"Caroline," he sighed, putting a piece of steak in his mouth. "Why you not eating? This is the second time." 

She shrugged lightly, swirling her fork in her potatoes and gravy. Laurent looked down at her and he frowned, narrowing his eyes just the slightest. 

"Look at me." 

Caroline shook her head and she turned her head away from him as more tears fell. She sniffed a little bit and she lifted her free hand, wiping her tears away as best as she could. 

"Look at me, girl." 

If he were to ask again, he'd do make her look at him physically, and she wanted to avoid that at all costs. Reluctantly, Caroline turned her head a little towards him. She lifted her head slightly and she peeked up at him, her eyes welling with more tears. Even though her hand was blocking half her face, her hair doing so as well, he could see she had been crying for a while and this time he actually felt a little bad. Her face was red and swollen, and her eyes were bloodshot from her salty tears. Sighing, he looked away from her and he sat his fork down, reaching over to pick hers up. 

"Come," he said softly, placing his hand on her wrist. "I will feed you. Come on." 

"I'm fine," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I-I mean... I'm f-fine, Daddy."

he ignored her statement, tugging her arm towards him. "Come on, girl. You have to eat." 

"Daddy, I don't want to." 

Laurent huffed and he sat her fork back down on her plate. A sliver of hope crawled through her when she thought he was going to leave her alone, but that hope faded away when he stood up from his seat. He reached towards her, and she held her hands up in front of her body, waiting for his hands to snatch her out of her seat. Instead, her chair began to move, and she was pulled towards him. He then turned her chair so that she was facing him. In the midst of the change, her back hit the chair, causing her to whimper quietly. She didn't make another sound after that, although Laurent had already heard the first one. Carefully, he slid his plate towards her, and he pulled her plate to him, picking up her fork. She moved her hands away from her face and she watched him take a piece of steak off of her plate. After that, he lifted the fork, turning his body towards her. 

"Come." 

Slowly, Caroline sat up, placing her hands in her lap. Her back stung a little as she moved and she winced, pausing before sitting up a little more. 

"Don't move," Laurent said, placing his hand on her thigh. "Open." 

Caroline's eyes moved between his and his hand and she sighed, parting her lips a little bit.