Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

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The bed was the safest place for Caroline right now. Last night was the only time she was out of her bed and that was to shower and rinse away all of the handprints and marks Laurent left on her. She was under her covers all morning, curled into a ball. She hasn't seen him or spoken to him and she was far more at peace that way. She still felt a little pain from the night before, but it was fading away more as time went on. Coincidentally, it was Laurent's day off. She could hear him walking back and forth between rooms, and at times he would stop at her door for a few seconds before walking away. Every single time he did, she would feel so much anger boil up inside of her to the point where if he said a word to her, she would probably try to hurt him. Although she wasn't as strong as him, by foot she was faster and the quicker she got her hands on a weapon, the better. 

It pained her to think of him in that way. She was actually starting to like him a little bit, but now she had to worry about her safety... not like she didn't have to before. it was different now, though. He was really just a stranger and that's all he would ever be to her. Nothing more, nothing less. She wouldn't be calling him his preferred name anymore, only his actual name. She hated him, and the fact that she was forced to stay in his house for the remainder of a year was killing her. A few minutes went by of her staring at the wall, she began to grow the urge to eat. It was approximately twelve right now, so her appetite was yearning for breakfast and lunch. As much as she despised the thought of seeing him after what took place, she wasn't going to starve herself. 

She sat up in her bed slowly and she gripped the sheets, pulling them off of her body. She threw her legs over the edge of the bed at the same time, being that it caused her pain when she spread them apart. She stood from her bed and she limped towards the door carefully, holding her stomach as she did. The pain surfaced more when she walked but it wasn't as bad. She opened her door slowly and she stepped out of her room, shutting her door behind her. She began walking towards the staircase and she stepped down the first step, wincing as she did. She took her time going down them and she peeked over the railing into the living room, seeing that Laurent was nowhere to be seen. She took that as her cue to hurry up and get her food then leave, so she did just that. When she reached the bottom of the steps, she hurried towards the kitchen, a few groans of pain slipping from her mouth. She saw that there was food leftover from breakfast, and it seemed as though her plate was already made. She walked over to the countertop where her plate was and she picked it up, opening the microwave beside it. She closed it and she pressed the thirty second button, listening as the machine hummed. She drummed her fingers along the granite counter as she waited and when the microwave beeped, she opened it up, taking her food out. She opened up one of the drawers and she took out a fork, closing it back. 

She turned on her heel and she jumped a little when she saw Laurent entering the kitchen. His eyes met here and they were locked for a good few minutes, her breathing increasing by the second. Laurent look far more intimidating than he ever has when he began to walk towards her; his black tank top was bunched up at his hips on top of the black sweatpants he had on, which made him look leaner than he already was. His twists were pulled back into a half up half down kind of style and his lips were pulled into a firm line. The closer he got to her, the more she could see that his eyes read anything but remorse or guilt. He looked pissed, and by the way his hands were clenching and unclenching by his aides told her that she was in for something bad. 

"You be in you room all day," he says once he was directly in front of her. "Now you come to eat. Why?" 

"I was... I was h-hurting and I didn't w-want to move," she stammered, nearly ripping the foam plate in her hands due to her nerves. Laurent hummed and he looked back at the island behind him, tilting his head. 

"Go sit." 

"I, uh," Caroline said, watching as his head snapped back towards her. "I want to eat in my room please."