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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Steve's Pov:
The first thing I became aware of was the intense throbbing in my head and my cellmates looking at me for a moment while I got up, but then they turned their attention back to what I just now realized was screaming. It was extremely loud and high pitch. I wasn't sure what Mal was up to, but if it was making his chick scream like that I knew it couldn't be good. The more it went on, the more my head kept pounding, it was starting to irritate me, if my cell door wasn't locked and all my tools I normally use to open it weren't confiscated by one of the parole officers, I'd go give Mal a "friendly hello" and silence his screaming banshee myself.
I turned my attention back to my cellmates and I walked over towards them so they could hear me better over the screaming as I asked one of them raising my voice, "How long was I out?"
He glances up when he saw me approaching and pulled his hands from his ears and said, "What?!"
I repeated my question louder this time and he said about half an hour.
So Mal must have gone easy on me this time, or just wasn't in the mood to play with me today...He seems real possessive of the new girl, Roxanne, but why?...He's never struck me as a lady's man, so I find it odd that he's so interested in her...But then I've heard rumors he likes to keep girls as sex-slaves from the previous juvie he's been in which is probably why they sent him here to put an end to it, that and he's pretty psycho...likes to maim others for his own amusement...
Maybe he's passed the "sex-slave phase" and now is torturing her himself for his own personal amusement...Damn, that bastard is twisted...
By now I realized the loud wailing had finally ended, and everyone seemed relieved that their ears could catch a break from it, I surveyed the halls as I started to notice a good number of chumps watching something headed down my end of the hallway again, but they didn't stop as the passed by. It was Mal. He was carrying his chick bride-style and she was out cold from the looks of it, and didn't look so good either from what fleeting glance I caught of her as they went by, but mine and Mal's eyes did meet briefly, and his cold eyes said it all: she's mine.
It was then I think finally understood what he meant that other night when we fought in the main hall...
She was much more than a sex-slave to him I think than he realizes, she was something new he never before encountered...something only fools take interest in...
He was dangerously drawn to her like a moth was drawn to a flame...
What Mal didn't realize was the closer he kept her, the more it peeked my interest...
Mal's Pov:
Apparently, my first attempt to propose to Red was too much for her poor little mind to take in, because as soon as I informed her of our engagement I could tell her little mind was swimming round and round as she began paling at my rush of words that I whispered in her ear.
I knew she hated me...She told me it almost every day now...But I didn't mind and yet I was curious to see her reaction if I told her she was to be mine forever...And legally at that...
That's where I went wrong with my first little slave-girl, but not this time...
I chuckled at this thought as I smiled smugly down at her.
"How's it feel to become Mrs. Mal?" I asked with excitement pouring from my lips and beaming from eyes as I watch her eyes widen in fear as she looks up at me in absolute horror with no words coming from her trembling lips.
I could see the color in her cheeks fading to blue, and her balance was swaying sloppily, within seconds her figure crashed into mine as her eyes closed with a sickening look paining her face. I on reflexed instantly tightened my hold on her waist as she slowly lifelessly leaned forward, I picked her up and nodded towards Pete and Big Ed to indicate that I was leaving, and began taking my exit out of tattoo artist's cell.
Remembering the look of complete and absolute fear she gave me just moments ago made me realize just how much power I now had over her. She never looked so terrified at me before, for a second it pained me why I don't know, but at the same time, it excited me because I finally broke her spirit as I had always planned to do. Roxanne would be mine and she couldn't escape it no matter what she tried this time, and I was very certain she would continue to try again and again. She was much too stubborn for her own good, but that was fine with me because I liked that about her, I liked a woman with spunk and with a temper like hers, I knew things would be far from boring anytime soon.
I admit she's not as naive and dense as Zoey, but she is just as innocent in the thinking department, but like my first headstrong slave-girl Bailey, she had a backbone and a sharp tongue, Roxanne didn't sugarcoat anything when it came to defying me and telling me what she really thought. She was dynamite when her fuse was lit, her temper was almost as hot as mine when I lose it, and what intrigues me the most is the fact that she's not afraid to unleash her's on me. I respect that. The only reason I let her get away with the defiant things she does, is because I like playing her. I wanna see how far I can push her before she gets really angry with me, and then the "real claws" will come out. I was more than certain she could be a lot more dangerous than what she was showing me, and I was just itching to bring that side out of her and see what she could really do. I was sure her act of bravery was just that "an act", I knew deep down she was terrified of me and the things I do, and could do to her if I really wanted to, and I'm pretty sure she knows that I am aware of it, but strays from the subject all the same. I smirk at that thought as I inwardly chuckle to myself as I look down at her unconscious state.
Yeah, maybe I was a wolf in sheep's clothing, but she did look good enough to eat...
Pete's Pov:
As we passed Steve's cell, I could tell he was very into both Mal and his broad (now fiancee?!) which was news for me and Big Ed, considering he usually loves to prattle on about his evil schemes, but this one he kept to himself this time which kind of surprised me. Regardless, I didn't like the look the bastard gave us as we left, he was too interested one way or another which means there will be more trouble coming later from him and his boys. Big Ed took care of the elevator as we all got in and left to head back to the third floor, and to see what Mal wanted to discuss now that he had this "little trip" taken care of.
Looking over at the Boss, I still couldn't get his fascination with this wild and rebellious chick, it actually took both Big Ed and me plus Mal to hold her down just to get that damn tattoo done, she nearly kicked out Big Ed front teeth in the process.
The girl is just too much trouble for her worth...But now the Boss actually wants to marry her?!...The hell does he plan to do with that?!...
Mal seemed completely enthralled in her as I returned my attention back to him, he smiled smugly down at her like she was a winning ticket to a million dollars cash prize, and carried her just as such. I honestly couldn't take it anymore as I saw the same dumbstruck look on Big Ed face as he looked at me for answers as well.
Finally spoke up and briefly said, "Is she really worth all that Mal?...Seriously, all that screaming and fighting she gave us tonight?"
Mal blinked out of his blissful revery as he looked up and smugly said, "Yes, every bit of it."
He turned fully around to look at us properly as he continued to say, "The old man that wants to make me his successor over his entire inheritance said all I have to do is marry his granddaughter and I will inherit it all. With the fortune, I can do as I always wanted and as an added bonus I can legally have this delicious little minx forever. On paper, she'll be my little wife, but behind closed doors, she'll be my very own slave-girl and can't anyone stop me this time."
The Boss started laughing maniacally with an evil smirk as he continued his fixated stare on the girl until Big Ed asked, "I thought forced marriages were not legal, how do you plan to pull this off?"
Mal laughed and with an evil smirk, he said, "They're not, but I'm sure the old man can pull some strings to make it work. I'll be discussing the matter in the morning with him, no doubt she'll wanna be there so she can try to convince him to change his mind about it."
"I thought you were after that "Bailey girl", what changed your mind?" I asked out of curiosity as I raised an eyebrow at the Boss.
"I can't have two wayward women, both of them would be too troublesome to control all at once. I could already see them both teaming up against me as they try to outwit me at my own game, and besides were you not listening, I have to marry to gain the fortune. Otherwise, it's a total loss if I don't." The Boss said with a hint of irritation in his voice as he looked at me with disdain.
"So why his granddaughter?...I thought at one point he said all you have to do is find a chick and you're set." I asked out of further curiosity.
"Because apparently he just gained custody of her which makes her the legal heiress to his dough. So without her, I won't get it, got it?!.." Mal said tapping his foot impatiently at my questions.
I nodded my head in confirmation of his statement as I took in the new set of information he just gave Big Ed and me. As I pondered over that, the doors to elevator finally slide open and revealed our floor as we step out and headed to the Boss's cell to hear what he has to say further on the matter.
Roxanne's Pov:
The first thing I became aware of was the sound of loud voices and laughter ringing off the walls and then the terrible feeling of my head buzzing and aching from when Mal slammed me into the table of that tattoo artist guy's whose name was Splotch?... My back was throbbing too from the impact as well. I slowly open my eyes because I wasn't sure I was ready to face what was going on around me, it made me nervous hearing so much noise all around me like this. I felt exposed and unsafe and not well prepared for whatever was surrounding me. As I laid there and let my vision clear from all the blurriness as I stared upwards and then looked around, I began to make out figures of males all around me, and the room, it was Mal's.
Why was I here?... He promised to take me back to the infirmary...He lied...
Slowly I sat up as I felt my head began spinning around, looking around I could see many of Mal's thugs in here, about seven plus Mal, Pete and Big Ed who I could see in the back sitting at the table playing cards. Most of his thugs were watching the card game over their shoulders and a few were sitting on Mal's bed staring at me with no real interest other than the fact that I was there and awake. As soon as I awake one them alerted Mal, and he looked over at me with a smirk as I returned his gaze with a glare as I tried to get up, but staggered a little due to the fact that I was still groggy from the hit I took on the table that Mal had slammed me into. Regardless I got up and righted myself as I prodded over there with the intent to rip him a new one for "branding me" and demand explanation for it.
As I drew near the room started to grow quiet as I stopped in front of Mal in his chair and he looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and smugly drawled, "Did you sleep well?"
I growled as I reached back to knock the tar out of him, but just as my hand was about to come into contact with his cheek his hand linked with mine and he looked at me with just as much danger flashing from his eyes, in a tone that was low with warning laced in it, he said, "Don't."
He then put his other hand on my waist pulling me towards him and said with the same tone of voice, "Now sit, and be a good girl. You will behave."
I was still standing, but my eyes were flashing with dark anger as I glared dangerously down at him, and he saw it as his eyes told me, "To think twice about the road I was headed down".
Everyone was staring and waiting to see what was going happen next, wanting to see if their boss was going discipline his new slave or if his new slave was actually going to revolt in front of everyone.
Mal saw that I had no intention of sitting, so he yanked me down into his lap and viciously hissed in my ear, "You think you were afraid earlier, keep getting out of line and I'll show you what real fear is."
The entire time I had not said a word since I awoke, and I was fuming with rage as I sat there stiffly in Mal's lap, and Mal could tell as he held me as he continued his game of cards with Pete and Big Ed.
A few minutes went by and I was still venting my rage as I turned to Mal and hissed back at him where only his ears could hear, "When this is little game of yours is over, I'll have a few words of my own with you concerning you know what."
He didn't reply but instead smirked at me as he folded his cards as he looked up to Pete and Big Ed as he said, "I guess we'll call it a night then boys. I've got some private matters to address with my feisty little bride-to-be."
The other thugs that I didn't know groaned and started to complain about it as they slowly got up and started heading out the door, the only ones left were Pete and Big Ed which Mal noticed, so he said, "That includes you two as well."
Pete didn't look amused by it, and Big Ed didn't seem bothered by it in the least bit, but regardless they both got up and left as Mal smiled smugly and told them he'll see them tomorrow to discuss other things. By then Mal had let go of me and was up and about showing them all out, the cell doors weren't locked yet so that must meant that it wasn't as late as I thought it would be and Mal didn't lock his either, so I assumed he was going let them lock like they usually do on their own. I stood there waiting with my arms crossed over my chest as I felt hot rage emanating from my body as I stared at him the entire time like this was nothing to him but an everyday thing. Anyone else would probably swear up and down that they could see flames rolling around me as I glared daggers at him.
As soon as they all left and Mal was doing whatever it was he was doing in his locker, I immediately lost my cool and let him have it, "Are you going to continue to ignore me or are you going to tell me what this," I lifted my shirt and indicated the "branded area of flesh" as I went on venting my rage. "is all about!...I have never been more mad at you than I am NOW!"
Mal looks over his shoulder in mild amusement and lightly replies with humor in his eyes, "You don't like it?"
"Like it?!...Let me rephrase that, I HATE IT but not as much as I HATE YOU RIGHT NOW!...What you did to me tonight left me feeling more violated than the times you put your hands on me!...You had NO RIGHT MAL!...NO RIGHT at all for doing this!" I viciously snarled at him with the hottest of tempers I've ever unleashed on anyone with my fists balled up at my sides as I glared up at him with intense hate beaming from my eyes.
He chuckled as he closed his locker door and strolled over towards me with complete ease as he stopped in front me as he looks down at me with a smug look on his face as he calmly explains, "Oh, but I do my wayward little minx, I do."
I was about to explode on him again, but before I could get another word out, he put a finger over my lips and said with a sly smile, "Now before you say anything that you will regret, I'll have you know that you will soon be mine. Slave-girl or not, I will have you."
By that time, I cooled down some, but was still very pissed as I growled and said, "What are you talking about?...You are not making any sense at all!"
He laughed as I backed nervously away from him and he followed me until I hit the wall and he pinned me in with both of his arms on both sides of me as he smirks and slyly said, "Were you not listening earlier toots?...You're gonna be my bride, which means we'll be getting to know each better a lot sooner if you know what I mean."
After he said that he laughed, and I started feeling sick again, because I began to remember the things he said before I passed out, and then I began to feel panic and stress building up as I fret and try to push him away as fear started to grip me again.
"You're lying. I'm not marrying, and you can't make me either." I said with as my defiance as I could spit at him.
He leered down at me as he took a hold of my chin and leaned in just inched from my face as he says in a low evil silkily voice, "Roxanne, you don't have a choice, you're gonna be mine and when you are, I'll make sure you stay that way. Be good, and I'll treat you like my very own queen. I'll even make "your first time" special. I've been dying to touch you, you know. But every time I try, something always gets in the way. Soon I'll fix that though."
He stared into my eyes with a lewd expression on his face as he began to caress my cheek as I froze, I couldn't think of a single retort to that, he was completely insane, and he could tell I was scared too. His smile widens as he closed the distance by pressing his lips over mine and began kissing me with intenseness as he let go of my chin and took my hands and pressed them into the wall, so I couldn't resist him.
I didn't want his kiss or him, so I started struggling underneath his weight that pressed me further into the wall, he stopped and chuckled at my futile attempt to break free and oddly enough he let go of me and stepped back regarding me with amusement dancing in his eyes.
I wiped my jaw where I could still feel his wet kiss there as I glared up at him and angrily pointed in his face and said, "You can't legally make me marry you, and you know it!"
His eyes narrowed with mirth as he tilted his head to the side as he continued to regard me with interest as he smoothly replied, "Oh yes, I can. Today I received a phone call from your grandfather stating that you were eligible for me to marry you if I wished it."
He paused a moment looking at me to see if I was following what he was saying then concluded with a devious smirk curving his lips, "And I accepted it."
I gasped as my hands shot up to my mouth and then I vigorously shake my head as I denied it by saying, "My grandfather can't do that he-,"
Mal cut me off and smugly stated, "Needs parental custody?...Yeah, he's got that toots. He mentioned something about that on the phone too."
I side-stepped away from him as I tried to get out of the cell, but I didn't make it past the table and chairs because Mal grabbed one of my wrists and say, "Going somewhere?"
He pulled me closer as I bumped into the table almost falling onto it as he drew closer and grabbed my other wrist and pulled them up to met both of our chests as me loomed over me and smiled darkly as he continued,"Mark my words, Roxanne Ellen Davison, you're gonna be mine whether you want to be or not. I've lost one girl to Duncan and I won't lose another the same way twice."
If I hadn't talked to Duncan earlier today, I wouldn't have a clue what he was referring to when he said that last bit just now. I don't know what exactly happened between Mal and Duncan and his girlfriend, Bailey, but whatever happened it apparently didn't end well at least not in terms of what Mal wanted.
I snapped out of my thoughts and growled up at him with hatred as I flatly stated, "My grandfather would never marry me off to some psychopath like you, and I refuse to believe it even for a second. I'll never agree to it either because you are a cold, heartless, unfeeling bastard who preys on smaller victims like that little boy today."
"How could you, Mal?!" I spat at him with hot rage blazing from my eyes into his calm ones.
Mal stared at me for a moment still holding me in place as he took in what I just said and then from the looks of it carefully picking his words as he indifferently said, "Roxanne...Roxanne...Roxanne, You really don't know me do you?... but I know you. I know everything about you. I've read all of your personal records. I do that with all "fresh meat", it makes it easier for me to decide what I'm gonna do with them. I found yours particularly interesting enough, you're not a bad girl at all. On the contrary, you're just a good girl that's good at pretending to be bad. Don't get me wrong I find it cute and amusing enough, but it's not going to save you here which is why I blackmailed you in the first place to be mine, that and I was bored at the time. This place has come alive since you have arrived here and the chaos you brought with you has only just begun."
He laughed as he let go of me and wandered over to a chair and sat down as he continued with a disgusted look on his face as he said, "As for that little shrimp, today he ruined my shoes and he didn't even bother to apologize about it. Pissed me off thoroughly."
I was still recovering from the fact that Mal had gone that far to stalk me that it nearly floored me, so I almost missed his crude comment about the little boy, but regardless I still heard it and marched over to him with my hands on my hips and glared down at him and said, "Are you telling me you had several of your thugs bully a boy that was barely as tall as me just because of a stupid pair of shoes?...Did you even give him a chance to apologize or did you terrorize him to the point that he fled in fear of you?!"
Mal looked at me befuddled for a moment like he couldn't believe I had the nerve to say that to him and then smirked and said, "I could have let it pass, but then I remembered I needed to tighten that loose chain of mine on you. So what better way to reel in the chain?..."
My jaw dropped, but I quickly recovered as I snarled back, "You tormented that child to hurt me?!...What the hell is wrong with you?!...Do you even have a soul?"
His eyes shone with a devious mirth as he calmly, but silkily said, "Of course I have one. You just wouldn't like it if you saw it. Something as pretty and pure as you are would become tainted and ensnared by just one touch of its dark and heinous claws. It'll snuff out every last drop of innocence you have until there is none left for the taking."
I gasped at him in horror as I backed away slowly.
Just who or what the hell is he?...Was I right?...Is he really the devil or some demon in the form of a person sent to torment me?...What the hell did I do to deserve this?...
Mal's Pov:
Seeing the very fear in her eyes as she backed away from me was amusing enough for me, I enjoy Red's discomfort and I love even more the look of disbelief and shock when I revealed her fate was now mine.
I don't care whether she hates me or loves me, she will be mine one way or another... and no one was going to get in my way this time...Not Mike...Not Duncan...and, not Bailey...
I could tell she was getting anxious as she looked at me and said sternly, "Take me back to infirmary now!"
I smiled and said, "No."
"If you don't, I'll go by myself, I don't need you." She said irritably as she turned on her heel and started to leave.
I jumped up and stopped her as I blocked her way and said firmly, "No, you are staying here for the night. In case you forgot, a certain thug by the name Steve is interested in you. If you wanna keep that virginity of yours a little longer, you'd do the smart thing and stay put. I'm not doing this for my own selfish reasonings tonight, but you want to-,"
"Fine. I'll stay, but you better not touch me, and I mean it, Mal!" She said with a guarded look as she crossed her arms over her chest irritably.
"You have my word, I cross my heart." I said smugly as I crossed my finger over my heart mockingly just to see her roll her eyes at me.
After that we stopped talking for awhile, it was almost time for Chris to turn on the automatic lockdown on the cell doors, so I decided to finish up my quick smoke as I watch Roxanne in the corner of my eye remove her shirt to only find that she was wearing a tank top underneath it as she folded her shirt she just removed neatly on top of her former bed and place it on the top bunk. By then I got up and walked over to my bed to remove the crap some of the boys left on mine and then removed my orange jumper and tossed it in the laundry hamper.
While I was doing that, Roxanne called out to me, not thinking much about it I said with an annoyed tone of voice, "What?"
She didn't answer at first, but then with panic in her voice, she said, "M...Mal help me. please!.."
I spun around and see some peon with his hands on what's meant to be mine, and I glared with intense rage as I see that they have a knife raised to Roxanne's neckline as they smirk at me while groping her in front me as I see her starting to panic further.
"Stop it, get off me! Mal, do something!" She shrieked in terror.
I started pounding my way towards them as I grab my bat from the top bunk of my bed, but then the son of bitch warned me by saying, "One more step and I'll cut her Mal. I'll slit her pretty little throat. She is a cute one, isn't she?...I wonder if she looks even cuter without all this on."
He indicated his last statement as he tugged at her skirt which only made her start crying and it was pissing me off further. I knew if I got too close that bastard would indeed cut her, looking at him I realized now where I saw him before, he was that peon on Steve's floor I noticed looking at her in a way that made my insides burn as we entered and left earlier when I took her to get the "engagement gift".
Roxanne started crying as he began backing out of the cell as he dragged her with him down the hallway and heading towards the elevator, as soon as he got out of my cell, I buzzed Pete and Big Ed to meet me on the second floor and I told them to use the stairs. I could hear Roxanne screaming my name even after the elevator's doors close as they disappeared from my sight, I immediately began running down the stairs hot on Pete and Big Ed's trail as we raced to meet the sorry little peon on his floor. We were making good time as I started skipping steps to get there faster, and soon enough there we were on the second floor as we all three waited impatiently on both sides of the elevator so the little shit didn't see us as he got ready to get out. I knew from the sound of Roxanne's hysteric cries and screams that the doors were about to open and right on cue they did. Right as the doors open and he walked out, I dropped my bat over his head and he dropped the knife and his hold on Roxanne as she ran to me, wrapping herself around me as she cried and buried herself further into me. I was tempted to push her away and finished what I started with that little punk, but Pete was already on it as he pounded him into the ground and it didn't take long either to put him in his place.
Looking down at Roxanne, I figured it was time to go, so I turned to Pete and Big Ed and said coolly even though I was still hot with rage, "I'm heading back, make sure he learns his lesson. I wanna see him tomorrow morning myself to finish this."
With Roxanne still glued to me, I took her with me inside the elevator so we could get back to our cell without further problems, she never let go of me either I wasn't sure if I should be pleased with this or annoyed by it. Hesitantly I wrapped an arm around her as I waited for the doors to close and pressed the button for our floor and waited.
Roxanne's Pov:
I couldn't let go of Mal, I was terrified of what was going to happen if Mal didn't save me in time, I could feel my nerves on edge as I breathed raggedly and dug my fingers into his shirt and waited as the elevator went back up to our floor. I never realized just how much I how much until now that I've had to depend on him for my safety and protection against guys like that one just now, I've never had to depend on anyone to look out for me like that before except well... my parents, but that was a different kind of thing.
Which reminds me...Why did they give me up so fast like that?...I was not that bad, was I?...
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the elevator violently jolted for a minute which startled me and I let out a small yelp as Mal dropped his bat to grab the wall to keep from falling as we steadied ourselves as the jump passed as it suddenly came. Mine and Mal's breathing slowed as the doors open to the third floor as Mal quickly got his bat and just as quickly we got off.
Mal swore as he looked at the elevator for a minute as I looked at up at him, I finally had let go of him, but still held onto his arm, he then said, "Chris better start fixing this shit."
Then he turned around and said, "Come on, it's late."
I didn't say anything, but I didn't argue with him either as I followed him back to his cell, as we pass other cells I noticed that they were all closed now and the lights were going out, so it meant it was lockdown time for us. When we got to Mal's cell, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door and made sure I got in first and then locked it back. I was so scared I just stood frozen in place as Mal tossed his bat on his top bunk and then took off his shirt as he laid down on his bed, I finally went over to mine and sat there for a minute as I grabbed my pillow and hugged it as I felt more tears coming. I slowly began removing my shoes as each one made a thumping sound as they both hit the floor, looking over at Mal, he was already stretching out on his bed and closing his eyes as he laid there on his back like he usually does.
Timidly, still grasping my pillow I walk over to his bed and in a small voice I say, "Mal."
"What?" He said with groan without opening his eyes.
I was scared he was going to say "no", so I didn't answer at first, he immediately noticed and opened his eyes and looked over at me looking down at him.
He let out a long-winded sigh and begrudgingly said, "Get in."
I crawled over him carefully even though I was still afraid of him, I was still more afraid of waking up to find someone other than him pouring over my sleeping figure, I got under his covers and huddled up closest to the wall with Mal in sight so I could watch him in case he tried anything and used my pillow as a barrier between us. Mal didn't say anything as I did this and then after that, we both just laid there in silence. I had thought about thanking him but last time I tried that it didn't go well. Mal just was hard to talk to, he was a mystery to me, I just didn't get him at all.
"You know you don't have to hug the wall," He said finally in a quiet tone of voice as he went on to say, "I'm not going to touch you."
"I know." I said in a small voice barely above a whisper.
"Just minutes ago I could barely walk without stepping on you because you were practically glued to me to the hip, now you act like I'm the plague. Do you fear my touch?" He said dryly as he turned to look at me, I could just barely make out his face in the dim emergency lights in the hallway.
I couldn't answer at first because what he said was indeed true, I was afraid of him touching me after the few times he's put his hands on me, I felt things that I couldn't understand one of them that I did understand was fear and the other was desire for him to keep doing it even though I knew it would end badly for me. I didn't understand why I felt that way, when I knew I shouldn't, he was poison to my system and I knew better than to allow him to in. I hated him, but at the same time deep down I didn't hate him as much as I wanted to believe I did.
So I silently said, "After what you've done, how could I not?...You've broken my trust Mal."
He didn't say anything for awhile as though he was carefully taking in each word I said one at a time, and then said, "So you're saying that actually trusted me at one point?"
"Only that night you kept all the guys on this floor off of me." I said quietly as hugged my pillow tighter.
"Well, you can sleep with ease tonight toots, I'm not in the mood tonight." He said blankly as he rolled over showing me his backside as he began to relax.
I said nothing in return as my body started to relax as well letting all the tension that was all built up just earlier slowly die down as I continue to hold onto my pillow that was my barrier between us. I'm not sure if Mal went to sleep before me or if I did before him, all I know is that I was soon out like a log.
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