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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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Bailey's Pov:
My heart nearly stopped and froze over in my chest as I watched Roxanne suddenly run out into to street in front of all that traffic as she ignored Mal's shouts of warnings and ran on. What the hell was she thinking?!...Is she crazy or something?...There's no way she's gonna make that!...I, myself, and the others were still in motion as we hurriedly ran after Mal trying to catch up with him and Roxanne as Mike and Zoey were in the lead in front of Duncan and me while we tried to keep up. We were not even half a street away when Roxanne slipped and fell in the middle of the road when a huge dump truck came speeding down the same path as we all watched in horror as she attempted to get up, but she couldn't get to her feet without falling again. Everyone all at once gasped as I and the others heard Mal screaming at her to get up. I suddenly felt really sick, I thought for sure that this was it and that I just lost a new friend that I just made today, but then I saw out of the corner of my eye Mal rushing out into the street like a madman towards her as she sat crouched over with her hands over her head trying to shield herself from the impact. Within seconds Mal was able to avoid being hit by several other vehicles that were swerving and speeding dangerously past him and Roxanne as he swooped in and scooped her up with little to no trouble like a frightened kitten stuck in a tree. I wasn't really sure what happened much after that because the vehicles in the road were going crazy and laying down on their horns as they all tried to reclaim order due to Roxanne and Mal's sudden little diversion they created in the middle of the street just now. By now we were all at the spot on the side of the road where Mal and Roxanne had disappeared, but due to the oncoming traffic, I couldn't see anything on the other side of the road. I looked to others to see if they might have spotted them.
I shouted to Mike who was the first to arrive at this appointed spot over all the traffic noises, "Did they make it?"
Mike shrugged and uneasily said, "I'm not sure, but I think they did. There are no car pile-ups, so they must have."
I held my breath and Duncan's hand as we all waited for the traffic to clear.
Roxanne's Pov:
My heart was pounding out of control and I don't remember holding my breath this long, but nonetheless, my chest was burning from the lack of air that wasn't reaching my lungs as I prayed the truck would stop in time or even swerve to the side and miss me, but it didn't. Next thing I knew, a pair of hands roughly pulled me up and snatched me up while I then felt mine and the other person's body rolling out of control from the sidewalk into the grass nearby as I felt pain once more as my body came into contact with the ground. I could feel the person on top of me breathing heavily near my earlobe as my breathing, in turn, matched their's too, I slowly open my eyes and realized who I was clinging to. My vision was a little hazy at first, but it soon cleared within seconds as I found myself staring back into the angry eyes of Mal. He was panting heavily as he angrily gazed down at me with what looked like mixed emotions crossing over his face. Most of them I recognized, others not so much.
I could tell he was seriously pissed with me by the way he narrowed his eyes and yanked me up by my shoulders roughly into a sitting position with him as he furiously let loose his temper on me and said, "What the hell do you think you were doing back there?!...Do you hate me that much to try and get yourself killed?!...Do you know how worried I was?!...Do you want that old man to kill me?!...When I get you back to juvie I'm gonna-,"
I didn't hear the rest of what he said because I had stopped listening when he mentioned that he was actually worried about me?...Mal worried about me?!...I must have got hit by the truck and was now suffering from some kind of brain damage as side effects...I choked and went into sudden shock as I became aware that I was clinging to his shirt with my fingers trembling uncontrollably, I felt disoriented and a little light-headed as everything else he said just floated past me and over my head.
"You've not heard a single word I said, have you?...You're really trying to piss me off today, aren't you?" He hissed as he narrowed his eyes at me with obvious irritation clearly etched across his facial features.
I felt my heart beating faster all of a sudden and my mouth getting very dry as I continue to stare at him with confused emotions swimming in my head. What was I supposed to feel for someone like him?...Why was my heart beating so fast like this?...Why was he looking at me like that?...Why did it make me feel so...embarrassed...
"Hey!...Hey!...Hey!" Mal said in a louder tone of voice with annoyance ringing in it as he snapped his fingers in front of my face.
I quickly came out of my daze, as he started looking at me with what I could only describe as concern as he started talking again, though this time I caught on to his words, I couldn't stop looking at his lips. I felt my ears turning red as the rest of me felt pretty flushed from head to toe. What was wrong with me?
"Can you even hear me?" He asked as he then held up two fingers in front of me and said. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
His name was on my lips before I knew it, I blurted it out loud as I found myself biting my bottom lip for a second as I still couldn't break my gaze from looking at his, before he could say another word I yanked him down by the collar of his shirt and within seconds my lips melted into his. He seemed surprised at first as I saw a look of confusion cross his face which still looked irritably right before I closed my eyes and took the chance. If this was the lust and desire thing that Duncan and Zoey warned me about, then I didn't care anymore. I wanted it and for some insane and unexplained reason it felt right...it felt really good even if it was supposed to be wrong, but it still didn't make me any less afraid of Mal just because I liked it. I could tell he liked it too because he kissed me back just as hard and...desperate too?
I wasn't sure what was going on anymore, but the kiss felt like it could go on forever as he dug his fingers into my shoulders painfully like he was trying to keep me from going anywhere, but at the same time it didn't feel as bad as it probably should have and I wasn't sure why.
Mal's Pov:
I knew something was wrong when Roxanne didn't respond to me or even yell back at me when I went off on her for crossing the street and running from me the way she did as she completely ignored me, but the way she sat staring up at me all dazed and confused, I knew something was off. I wasn't sure she even heard half of what I said, at first I thought she was blocking me out and ignoring me on purpose to piss me off even further, but she suddenly looked at me in a way that threw me off my game. It startled me and before I knew it, I felt my face turning red from the encounter. That look in her eyes made my pulse quicken and my body tingle with excitement. I didn't understand that feeling or what was all of a sudden happening...all I knew was the next thing that happened was her lips were on mine and the pleasure...it felt like something that I couldn't even begin to explain as I held her like she was my very life force coursing through my veins. The kiss went on for so long that I was sure by now all the vehicles had past and the other peons would soon be here to burst to this...this imaginary bubble Roxanne and I were in. The moment she pulled away, she didn't even look at me. Instead, she threw me off even more as she pulled me down further until she could wrap her arms around my neck and starting crying again like earlier in the mess hall.
I was too lost and dazed to understand what to do at the moment, I couldn't let her see my true feelings at least not yet I couldn't. She surprised me even more as she whispered in a voice I could barely understand through her sobbing in my ear something I didn't expect her to say.
She wailed out in sobs as she stammered, "M...Mal...I'm sorry I ran. I'm sorry you always h...have to save me when I do stupid things like this. I should have just told you what you wanted me to say in the first place. Please don't expose Bailey...please don't hurt her...please..."
I didn't say anything as I let her babble on with her childish ramblings and words of helplessness as I in return finally realized I was sitting in a transfixed state as I decided to eventually put my arms around her to draw her closer to me and pulled her in my lap. I didn't do hugs or any of that mushy lovey-dovey nonsense Mike and Zoey always do, but I did fake some with Zoey on the set when I was posing as Mike on the Total Drama series so I could win the dough. It failed in the end, but regardless I knew how to go with the motions to get what I wanted in the end, but this was different somehow and it made me slightly uncomfortable and uncertain on how I should feel. On one hand I didn't hate it, but on the other hand, I couldn't exactly say that I loved it either. It was kind of...nice and if it wasn't for the other fools making faces and gawking at us, I wouldn't say that I like to stay this way all day, but I wouldn't say I'd pull away so fast either. Damn these emotions in this body of my own are confusing...What do I do with them?...What do I do with her?
Roxanne was still clinging to me, but her crying and the trembling of her small figure slowed down as I saw the others coming our way now with looks of concern from all of their faces. I frowned because I really didn't want to deal with them right now, but I aggravatingly sighed and rolled my eyes as I got ready for it anyway.
Zoey was the first to comment as she nervously looked from me then to Roxanne and said with relief drawn on her face, " Thank goodness, you both made it to the other side. That was a close one."
"Yeah...no kidding," Duncan added as he looked at me with the same nervously glance.
"Is she alright? Do we need to call an ambulance?" Mike asked with a look of worry visible on his face.
"She's fine. That is not necessary." I muttered with annoyance as they all continued to stare at me holding Roxanne while she sobered up her tears.
Bailey didn't say anything but looked relieved all the same as the rest as she kept her distance from me while watching me warily. I smirked at her as I got up to my feet to my full height and pulled Roxanne up with me in the process, Bailey shuddered from the look I gave her as she backed away behind Duncan to keep from being too close to me.
"We better head back before Chris finds out that you guys fled juvie and aren't being supervised at that," Mike said mildly looking from Duncan to me.
Everyone started agreeing to Mike's words and following suit shortly after, but not until Zoey and Bailey checked on Roxanne first to make sure she was alright. She was being unusually quiet and seemed pretty well subdued since she failed again at running away from juvie and me once more.
I was beginning to grow impatient with their annoying chit-chattering of theirs as they all wasted more time, so as soon as I saw a clearing in the street up ahead I grabbed Roxanne's hand and pulled her away from the other three twits, but then I came up short as I noticed her lagging.
Roxanne's Pov:
As soon as everyone came to meet Mal and me on the other side of the road, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of myself for causing so much trouble for everyone in so little time that I immediately mumbled an apology to them all with my head hung in shame. How many times today was I going to make a fool out of myself...I don't know...and what was that...that just happened between Mal and me before everyone crossed the road...Was Mal going soft on me?
The next thing I knew was that Mal grabbed my arm and attempted to pull me with him back across the road and no doubt back to juvie with irritation clearly visible from the stiff body language he was giving off. The moment he pulled me by my arm and I took one step forward, pain shot up from my foot to my ankle. I let out a short hiss to keep from crying out loud for the others to hear, but it was too late because I had faltered in my steps long enough in that short amount of time for Mal to take notice as he looked back at me with agitation written all over his face. I shrunk back in not only in pain but from the look he was giving me just now. He was peeved.
"What's the hold up?...Can't you see you're the reason we're all out here?" He stated in an annoyed tone of voice as he looked back at me.
"N-Nothing." I swallowed and stammered out loud as he didn't say anything back as he then took my hand this time which only caused my heart to beat even faster again. Why was that?
I took a deep breath and ignored the pain in my foot as I let him lead me back to the other side of the road as his steps were quick and very stiff. He was angry about something, but I wasn't sure what aside from me running away from him from earlier just now. I did my best to keep up with him, but apparently I wasn't going fast enough for him because he suddenly spun around with the same look of annoyance clearly seen on his face as he quickly looped an arm around my waist and tossed me over his shoulder and carried me likewise the rest of the way. I went from being slightly timid around him to full-flown mad as I felt myself being embarrassed in front of my other three friends.
"Mal, you can't just carry her like that, she's not your personal doll. She's a girl." Mike defended with a slight tone of anger in his voice as he called Mal over his shoulder as everyone followed behind us.
"Can it little Mike. She's mine and I'll do as I please with her." He snarled in return without looking back at anyone or stopping.
I felt my cheeks heat up with further embarrassment when Bailey's and my eyes locked on one another's. Bailey looked simply shocked at Mal's behavior and could only give me an apologetic look in return. Wasn't this something he did around her and Zoey?...Or was this something new Mal was doing with me for his own amusement?...Either way, I was getting tired of it.
I huffed as I balled up my fists and pounded Mal on his backside and retorted with fury, "He's right! Now put me down, you jerk!"
"Be still..or so help me Roxanne...after that little death-defying experience you pulled just moments ago...I'm not in the mood for your silly little remarks. You made me have to chase after you all over this damn block causing me to nearly get myself killed trying to pluck you out of traffic and for what?!..So I can listen to you complain about being carried back?!" He growled as his tone of voice turned into shouting as I could feel the intense anger he was emitting towards me as I dug my fingers into his shirt to hang on.
"Shut up!...It's not like you care about me or anything!...And I wasn't attempting to kill myself just to get away from you!...You're not worth it!...Now get your hands off of me!...Now!" I shouted back at him, matching him with his sudden burst of angry outpour of words as I closed my eyes tight and clenched his shirt tighter.
"Don't you dare tell me to shut up you spoiled little princess!...I nearly got hit by that damn truck trying to save your ungrateful little ass!" He spat back at me as he stopped where he was standing which was now on the other side of the road dropping me to my feet. He grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me with his arms to emphasize how peeved he was.
I immediately reach up and slapped him after opening my eyes again as I sent him an angry glance in return as I retaliated and said, "I wouldn't have run out into the street in the first place if you hadn't chase after me this far you jerk!"
"Hit me again, and I promise you, I'll-," He started as he hissed at me, but I cut off him with another retort.
"Then do it and be done with it. I rather you hit me than for you to put your perverted hands on me ever again!" I screamed at him without even thinking of the consequences of my words as the look of surprise dawn onto his and everyone else's face.
No one said anything as the argument between Mal and me began to get heated again like earlier.
He looked taken back at my sudden burst of words as he stood there gripping my shoulders painfully tight with surprise clearly written all over his face which soon turned back to instant anger as he spat back, "What did you say?"
"You heard me...I'd rather you get physical with me than the latter." I challenged him with anger as both of our eyes burned into each other willing the other to stand down, but I refused.
"Come on...Roxanne, you can't mean that. He can and will hurt you if you don't watch it." Bailey warned from the sideline.
"I don't care if he does," I growled irritably never taking my eyes off Mal's as he in return didn't back down either as I went on to say, "if it means he'll never put his hands on me again then it's fine by me."
Mal stared down at me with annoyance as he evenly said, "As much as I'd love to wring that pretty little neck of yours I can't because as soon as that old geezer finds out, I'm good as dead."
"Yeah...well, I'm starting to wish he would cook your goose. Maybe then you'd learn to get that stick out of your ass and shut being an angry, crazy-perverted psychopath!" I shouted as loud as my voice could carry as I yanked myself free as I pointed an angry finger at his face and ripped him a new one.
Everyone paled at my outburst as I stood there heavily panting after that while Mal looked positively outraged with dark rage boring from his eyes, but before he could get one word in I went off on him again and let out all my pent up stress that he had been causing me for weeks.
"And another thing...I don't want to marry someone that's only interest in me is the fact that I'm loaded down with cash!" I shrieked at him.
"What money?" Duncan blurted out and seemed to be the question everyone else was going to ask from the look on their faces.
I let out an aggravated sigh and explain that my situation with my Pappy getting custody of me and that Mal could only get the cash if he married me which caused everyone to give uneasy looks from one to the other and back at Mal and me.
"So you're telling me that you're sitting on a huge pile of money and that the only way that Mal can get it...is if he marries you?" Duncan said with incredulity as he rubbed his jaw with shock.
"Not that it's any concern of yours, but yes and I will get the money and keep my slave girl all wrapped up in one. Best gift I could ever give myself if I do say so for myself." Mal smugly says with an evil smirk on his face.
"You don't even care one thing about me. Not one!...I don't even understand what my Pappy sees in a creep like you!," I snarled at him practically showing my fangs as I continued on, "Why do you want the money so badly anyway?!...What could you possibly do with all of it?!...And why are you so desperate to marry me to get it?!...I'd gladly give it to you if I could if it meant that you would leave me in peace!"
Everyone once again paled and had this knowing look on their faces like they all already knew what Mal planned to do with it which frustrated me because I was left in the dark.
Mike laughed nervously and looked at me as he said, "You don't want to know, believe me."
"He's gonna-," Bailey began with a very unsettling look on her face, but Mal cut her off.
He gave her a very dark look as he coldly stated, "That information is not for her ears, and the rest of you will keep your mouths closed or I'll close them for you."
"He's gonna do what with it?" I said crossly as I looked at him very sternly ready to pounce on him at any given moment if I didn't get some answers soon.
Bailey bit her bottom lip and look from me to Mal, but as soon as Mal's and her eyes locked, she backed away behind Duncan and said, "I'm sorry Roxanne, but I can't."
I turned my angry gaze on Mal as I took what few steps between us and hissed up at him, "What are you hiding from me now?!...Why can't you just be honest with me?!...Why the secrets and the lies?!...Why?!"
Mal grabbed me and slammed me into a brick wall of some shop and viciously remarked, "Because if I wanted you to know I would have told you by now, you defiant little rule breaker!"
"I won't marry someone who can't be honest with me!" I shouted back as I felt him digging his nails into my skin.
"Yes you will, and you will be mine! Damn it!" He argued back with a dangerously look in his eyes.
"No I won't!...and I'll never be yours! Not now and not ever!" I retaliated with as much defiance as I could throw at him.
His one eye that was visible narrowed at me with intense rage as he suddenly pulled back his arm and punched a fist-sized hole near my head into the glass window beside me that was now shattered and resembled a spider's web. He pulled his fist back and punched it again out of anger. It startled me and cause me to flinch and everyone else to jump and start yelling and talking all at once. Mal pulled his hand out of the now broken glass window with ease even though from the way the blood was dripping from his fist, I knew he was putting on a mask to hide the pain. I could see bits of glass shards sticking out of his hand as he let his hand drop to his side as he yelled for everyone to shut up while never taking his eyes off of me the entire time.
He then slammed both of his hands up against the wall on both sides on my head and started raising his voice with fury as he said, "What do you mean you won't be mine?!...It's not optional toots!...You seeing someone at juvie that I don't know about?! Is that it?! You got someone else you think is better than me?! I thought I told you that you were not allowed to look at other guys! No one is gonna have you, but me! Me!"
I didn't realize at this point that I was so scared that I was holding my breathe as Mal continued on his rant, but now he lowered his voice were I could only hear him as he hissed in my ear, "I will be the one to take your innocence, and no one else. You got that?! Do you?!"
I swallowed dryly and anxiously nodded my head because no words came out of my mouth when I parted my lips to reply. I was so nervous from Mal's confrontation that I didn't even know I was trembling so bad until he grabbed a hold of one of my hands. They were shaking so bad and my breathing was just as shaky too. This was the first time in awhile that Mal left me feeling so self-conscious like this. He pulled me over by a nearby bench and told me to sit which sounded more like a command than anything.
Everyone by now was watching us both warily and waiting to see what Mal would do next or more or less waiting to see if he was going to explode again, but he didn't. For a moment I thought he was going to propose to me as he got down and squatted to knees, but instead of pulling out a ring or anything significantly related to it, he started taking one of my shoes off. I panicked and pulled my foot away and tried to scoot away from him.
"What are you doing?" I said with panic in my voice as he grabbed my foot again and gave me a dirty look.
"I don't know, you tell me...What does it look like?" He said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes with annoyance and took my shoe off and then my sock after that.
"M...Mal stop!" I stammered with flushed cheeks as they others looked at us both like Mal had finally lost it.
By now I was receiving weird looks from everyone and I covered my face with my hands to hide the embarrassment while Mal seemed oblivious to everyone around him as he concentrated on what he was doing...whatever that was. I suddenly realized that this was the foot I must have twisted when I fell in the road. Mal must have noticed it when either then or when I paused earlier when we were crossing the road before he threw me over his shoulders. But why did he have to look at it here?...And why was he even doing it in the first place?...This was so awkward. I could tell from the looks on both Zoey and Bailey's faces that this was not a normal thing for Mal. Mike was red in the face like his soul had just departed and left while Duncan was just as speechless as the others.
Mal started moving his fingers over my foot like he was trying to massage it, if it didn't hurt like it did, this might have felt nice but considering who was touching my foot and his history of putting his hands on people...yeah I was very nervous, to say the least. I was praying he wasn't going to break it to get even with me for arguing with him just now.
Instead, he said in a more serious tone like when he used to stitch my other foot up, "On a scale to 10 to 1, how much does this hurt?"
As he asked me that he continued to move his fingers over my ankle now and I sucked in some air to keep from crying out in pain as I said in a strained tone of voice, "...um...7...maybe...I don't know. I can still walk on it."
He gave me an unimpressed look and said, "You like me carrying you don't you?"
I pursed my bottom lip out and shot back, "No I don't, I hate it."
He stood up dropping my sock in my lap as he started picking the glass out of his hand as he said nonchalantly, "I'm not a doctor, but from what I can tell you gone and twisted your foot slipping on that plastic bottle in the road. Looks like you get to be my favorite doll for the next couple of days."
I glowered at him as I viciously grabbed my sock and roughly pulled it back on and my shoe lastly as I angrily took his hand from him and pulled him down on the bench as he gave me an irritable look as he raised an eyebrow at me. I used a napkin I had stuffed in my pocket earlier when I was stuffing my face with Cinnamon's sweets she left for us as I carefully pulled out the glass shards from his hand and trying to keep my head down because I was pretty sure my cheeks were heated by now again. Mal didn't stop me, but he still looked annoyed by it and by everyone just standing there observing and gawking at us.
Mal gave everyone a cocky smirk as he smugly said, "What?...She always does this for me, and I don't have to make her do it either. She practically fought and nagged me over a few scratches on my back once until I finally let her have her way."
I growled as I narrowed my eyes in further embarrassment, but didn't look up as he continued to brag about it, "You know it's kind of nice to have a slave girl that's willing to take care of her master. Makes me look forward to our long life together and I can promise you that you'll never escape me when we do, Red or ever want to either. I'll make sure of it."
I was actually a little startled and taken back by the last bit of what he said. He had no intentions of letting me get away. But why? Why is Mal so determined to keep me and hold me against my will like that? Why was he so obsessed with control and power over others like this? Will I ever understand this manic?
While I was thinking about that I was trying not to feel so self-conscious as everyone watched as I pulled out the last remaining bit of glass and wiped some of the blood away, but the bleeding didn't stop and I didn't have anything to stop the bleeding with. Mal seemed to notice and caught on quick to my dilemma. It kind of unnerved me how he could read me so easily. Was I an opened book or something here? He immediately stood up and started pulling off his t-shirt and then his undershirt as well. I don't know why, but it made me blush even more so I just looked away and tried not to watch. Just what the hell was wrong with me? It's not like I haven't seen him do this before...and he has on several occasions too. But I would rather not think about it, it makes me feel even more embarrassed. I wish I knew what was going on with me and why I only felt this way when Mal was around. How can someone like him scare the hell out of me, but make me feel so self-aware of myself all at the same time? It just didn't add up. Could it be that I might actually...like him?! Oh please no...don't let that be the case, everything in itself is already complicated enough.
Mal dropped his undershirt into my lap as he pulled his other shirt back on and sat back down and handed me his hand this time as I tried to swallow whatever strange quirks I was beginning to acquire so suddenly. I wasn't sure what was coming over me or why I was suddenly feeling so shy like this. It was insane, but nonetheless, I took his hand again in mine. It was rough but warm. It felt nice. I felt foolish but did my best to focus on the task at hand as I wrapped his hand as neatly as possible with his tank top and firmly tied it while hoping it was secure enough to pass until we could get back to juvie and get it looked at. When I was done I could see Bailey and Zoey whispering something to one another with concerned looks they were giving us as they both watched Mal get up from the bench again. Mike suddenly reminded us that we needed to get back before the rest of us get in further trouble for running out of juvie like this. Which pulled me back to the current situation with Mal and me. I knew what I had to do, but I really didn't want to no matter what I was starting to feel about or for him. The feeling of anxiety was coming back at full force now as Mal grabbed my arm pulling me back with him as he made his way back to juvie, I nervously glanced back to see everyone following us. No one got too close to us, or should I say too close to Mal, but close enough to where I didn't have to raise my voice to be heard as we casually made comments here and there on the way back, but for the most part, it was uncomfortably and awkwardly quiet.
I never could get used to Mal taking hold of my arm or trying to put his arm around my waist, it was things like that...that left me on edge around him because I never knew just what he was going to do next. He was dangerous and unpredictable, and I was beginning to notice that I was starting to become drawn to him. I was pretty sure it didn't have to do with the perverse way he tried to touch me either, it was something else, but I just could not put my finger on it. As those thoughts crossed my mind, I soon realized we were back in front of the steel gates of juvie. My prison and long life sentence until my time here was up, but after the little stunt I pulled today and a few others I've pulled in the past, I was sure Chris McLean bumped up my time by now.
Zoey's Pov:
Watching both Mal and Roxanne just moments ago, I could tell right off the bat that something was off. How did they go from arguing to...well almost getting along? Something here wasn't adding up, it was almost like they were dating, but that would be absurd because Mal doesn't do that sort of thing. He doesn't see a girl as a person, he just sees them as his plaything. Whatever Roxanne is doing...it must be working because Mal is not the same Mal I knew when I met him on the Total Drama TV set. The things I've seen her do around him would have landed both Bailey and me in hot water or much worse. I can't help but wonder why he hasn't tried to harm her sooner or even at all. That little episode they just had moments ago was the closest I've ever seen him get physical with her. I could clearly tell and so could everyone else that he wanted to hurt her but withheld himself from doing so. Why though?...It's not that I'd want that to happen, and believe me I don't, but it's just...I can't fathom why he's holding back from what he usually does without hesitation.
Can Mal really be capable of caring for someone other than himself or is this an act? Was what he blurted out loud in the hospital a lie too? If it was, then why would he desperately go to links to get Mike and me to stay quiet about it?
The way he was tending to her and looking at her injury was something he would have never done if he was still inhabiting Mike's body, I'm more than sure of it. There is something more than what meets the eye that's going on here, and I just don't know what yet. Could Mal be hiding something else as well? And why was Roxanne so red-faced so suddenly around him as she was looking at his hand? I hope she hasn't fallen for his skilled touch as Bailey says he calls it if she has it's not gonna end well for her if that is the case. I wish Mike and me could help her get out of this situation, it's not fair and now Bailey has placed herself in danger as well by signing herself up to go to the same juvie as him. I squeezed Mike's hand out of worry and for comfort as well as we soon approached the facility where no doubt in my mind Roxanne and Bailey were dreading their stay. I couldn't stop wondering and worrying what Roxanne's decision would be. Would she give in and say yes or would she reject him which would only anger him into using Bailey as an escape goat to bully Roxanne into accepting his offer in the end?
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