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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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Roxanne's Pov:
I watched in horror as Razor was directing Steve towards our way, I could feel my heart relentlessly pounding in my ears and my insides knotting up from the tension in the air which made me think if I was this scared, I couldn't even imagine how scared Bailey was at this moment. Looking down at her as Pete clutched her shoulders rather roughly with strain to keep her in place because of her few attempts of struggling and trying to get away which only ended in failure, I could see the fear in her eyes building up as they mirrored mine. I didn't like this. I didn't like this not one bit. On top of that, I knew without a shadow of a doubt without even looking up that Mal was feeling pretty smug with himself right now, and it infuriated me too, but at the same time it terrified me and chilled me to the bone. I had to do something and something soon, or Bailey was going to pay for my stubborn and unwillingness to submit to Mal's desires.
Was it selfish of me for refusing to let him win by giving in to his demands and risking him exposing Bailey?...Why did it have to come down to this?
I should have known from the start that Mal would do anything to get what he wanted and if hurting someone else in the process is what it took then...of course he'd do it without hesitation. How could I have been so foolish to think that he wouldn't go this far? I could not hate him more than I did right now at this very minute. Just within that time space where I was freaking out and trying to rack my brain for answers, Razor presented Mal with Steve who gave him a questionable and annoyed gaze as he looks from Mal and me to Pete restraining Bailey who was trying desperately to look the other way to hide her face so that he couldn't get a good look at her. At least not her face.
"You want something, your highness?" Steve asked in a mocking tone with a look of someone who was clearly not amused especially after their ordeal from earlier.
I jumped a little when I felt Mal's breathe on my cheek when he chuckled at Steve's remark, Mal didn't have to say anything because I knew my nervousness alone only amused him even more, I could feel his hand traveling down to one of my thighs where he left it there to rest in response to my jittery nerves.
"You could say that," He said calmly unlike me as I tried to keep my breathing level as I watch his eyes lit up with contained excitement as he went on to say, "I'm just dying to give you-,'
At that moment as Mal was about to reveal Bailey, I could still feel my heart beating wildly out of control and I wasn't sure what I was going to do to stop Mal, though one thing did pop up in my mind and I wasn't too crazy about the idea either, but I had no other choice. I didn't think about it, I just did it. I acted. Before Mal could finish his sentence I pulled his face down towards mine and kissed him full on in front of everyone. I talking everyone stopped doing what they were doing and just stood there gawking at us and not just Mike and the gang, but Mal's goons and anybody that was close by that was watching. There was no way I was going to be able live this one down and believe me, I was sure I wasn't going to after this little stunt. I could hear Zoey and Bailey both gasped out loud as I took hold of Mal's face with both hands and french kissed him fiercely through my nervousness. That's right, I just attempted to french kiss him for the first time since the closet incident a few hours ago, even though I've kissed him other times before, but not like this. It felt like one of those moments where time stops and everything else around you was in slow motion. I could feel my cheeks heat up when I heard Steve chuckle and then lightly clap out of amusement. Mal was the first to pull away from the kiss with a surprised but cocky grin on his face as he looked me over like he was seeing me for the first time again.
"...hmm...That was nice." He mused out loud in a low husky voice that only sent chills down my spine and disturbingly enough not the bad ones.
If I was melting over just the sound of his voice, I was in deep, deep trouble...
Suddenly I remembered the issue at hand as I grabbed the front of his shirt while I felt panicked and replied quickly in a defeated lower voice meant for only his ears as I said, "You win, just promise me you'll leave Bailey alone and keep her secret safe."
Mal smirked with triumphant at my defeat as he also quickly replied smugly, "You'll say yes to me and you'll be mine this time?"
I swallowed what little bit of pride I had left as I fought back my tears that were threatening to come at any given moment as I whimpered, " Y...Yes, I'll do it. Just keep your promise."
"Anything for you as long as you tell me yes slave girl and I'll keep the heat off of poor little dollface here." Mal humored as he flickered his eyes in Bailey's direction as an indication that he would keep his word.
I hung my head in what felt like shame and defeat. I could not believe it was going to end like this and that I would have to bend my will to him. I was starting to feel sick because I knew I just signed my whole life over to him permanently even though technically he still couldn't marry me for another full year, but still...
"Bravo, looks like you finally got your slave girl under control." Steve drawled with slight amusement in his tone of voice as he stopped clapping and added, "Is this what you had you simpleton drag me over to see?"
Razor gave him a dirty look and flipped him the bird while rolling his eyes as he awaited Mal's next set of orders.
"Well...that and I'm curious as to know how you found out about our unique relationship. What we do is very private, "Mal said smoothly as he looks down at me for a minute and then he continues on to say, "isn't that right Roxanne?"
I bite my tongue from going off on him and for degrading me like this, especially in front of this creep as I gave Mal a dirty look and rigidly nodded my head slightly.
Mal chuckled at my discomfort as Steve raised an eyebrow with an engrossed look on this face as he said, "I think you know how I know that Mal and everyone here knows you...knows your past history with women, but I never took you as one to marry one of your girls. She must be doing something right if you want her that bad."
"She'll do just fine," Mal mused as his eyes glinted with mirth as he added, "It must be hard seeing as that my lovely little slave girl is the only girl here and at my disposal and at that. Tell me, just what would you do if another innocence found her way inside here? Would you chase after her as well?"
Steve let out a belted laugh which only made me cringe from the sound of it as he looked thoroughly intrigued as he commented, "If there was another girl here aside from those nice set of legs there and the visitors...believe me, Mal when I say it, I'd know about it real fast. You know very well how quickly word travels in here."
One of Mal's eyes twitched for a brief second at the comment Steve made about me, but he then smirked as he countered, "You still haven't answered my question peon. How would you torture her? I'm just dying to know."
I was growing more and more uncomfortable with this conversation and side glancing over at Bailey I could clearly see panic and fear rearing its ugly head as it shown plainly across her facial features and from her body language as she stiffens at every comment that was being made. It was like Mike and Zoey plus Duncan knew better than to talk right now as Mal played his little game with Steve and practically dangled Bailey in front of him unknowingly, but Steve was too blind or too stupid to take notice. For that I was grateful, it was like Mal had a craving to see Bailey wriggle in his presence and to see how far he could take it until Steve got suspicious.
"I have ways of dealing with the ladies and so do you I gather. Some secrets are better kept to one's self if you know what I mean." Steve replied with an eerie look in his eyes as he let his gaze roam over me just briefly before returning his attention back to Mal who noticed and gave him a scowling look.
I should mentally slap myself for always doing this, but of uneasiness I clutched onto Mal's shirt for whatever small amount of comfort I could get as I leaned closer towards his chest because as insane as this may sound, it actually made me feel safer that way even though he should be the last person I should be clinging to for safety in the first place.
Steve was really starting to give me the creeps and I could tell Mal was about to snap from the perverse way Steve was looking at me, so I timidly whispered in his ear, "I gave you the answer you wanted, please just make him leave. He's starting to freak me out!"
Mal's hand on my leg twitched which startled me a little because of the fact that my nerves were at their limit, he didn't respond to my plead instead he chuckled as he then replied to Steve in a smug sort of manner, "I see...well if that's all you're willing to share with me at this time than you can beat it. I have better things to do than sit here and let you ogle what is for my eyes only. Why don't you go fish Chris and Chef out of that mess you left them in?"
Steve muttered in annoyance as he gave Mal a perturbed look and turned on his heel to leave, but before he left Mal called over his shoulder, "Oh...and Steve, I do hope you enjoy that beauty mark I left you as in a token of my fond amusement and proof that I won't hesitate to kill you if you touch her again."
As charming as Mal could be sometimes (and believe me that was sarcasm talking), his threat was almost comforting in itself if it wasn't for a fact that it was a threat and any threat by Mal was something you should never take lightly, but at the same time out of honesty I really didn't want to watch him kill somebody over his possessive behavior towards me. From the looks Bailey and the others have been giving me all day, I'd say that the behavior Mal was demonstrating was out of character for him. I didn't get it either. Just a few weeks ago he barely gave me a second glance, so why the chance?
Steve shot Mal a dark look after saying in the same tone of voice, "I'll keep that in mind."
The moment Steve's back was turned as he speedily left, I felt like I could breathe again like the weight that was laying my chest was lifted, but only for the moment because now I had to deal with Mal and his demands. I wasn't looking forward to it. As soon as Steve was out of ear sight, Mal started making inquiries with his peons about keeping their mouths shut about Bailey (or at least the ones that were present and now knew after Mal's and Steve's little confrontation they just had just now). I wasn't really listening to that at the time because of my rattled nerves and because of the fact that Bailey was so close to being exposed just now and all because of my stupid pride. I let it get in the way of someone else's likely hood all just because I refuse to give into Mal's wishes.
Mal's eyes soon drifted back to Bailey and Pete whereas he gave a nod of his head and idly remarked, "Release her. The fun's over. I got what I wanted."
As he said the last bit of his comment he smirked darkly as he looked back at me which made me pale at this words. Juvie was about to become an, even more, scarier place than it already was for me and no doubt the same for Bailey by the sound of it. All I could say was good luck at staying under the radar and out of sight and undiscovered by the majority of the creeps here because they were a persistent bunch once they lay eyes on you. Mal soon dismissed his creeps and Mike and the rest of others quickly retrieved Bailey from any further future attacks from him or the other creeps nearby. Mike immediately started scowling Mal about his uncouth behavior and his treatment of both Bailey and me, but Mal only laughed at his words which didn't surprise me anymore at this point. I hated to sound bitter or even negative, but what could I do to stop him? I felt so helpless that for the first time in awhile, I wanted to cry, but I'd be damned if I did in front of him of all people.
"Mike, you're just upset that for once I get the girl and I win this, whereas you...you just get to sit back and watch helplessly while I take what is now rightfully mine. Trust me, I'll take real good care of her as long as she does as she is told...then there will be no trouble. I'll even promise not to lay a hand on dollface here if," Mal confidently bragged as he eyes shifted from Bailey and then back to me as he concluded, "my little future bride is willing to be more cooperative in other areas. There are so many things I'd like to try, but I don't think I can wait that long until our wedding night to test them out."
I felt sick and embarrassed both at the same time as he started naming things again that he was interested in doing with me, I refused to make eye contact with him the entire time even though I could tell he was trying to catch my eye to see the look on my face as he listed them. I refused to give him that pleasure by simply looking the other way. From the looks, Bailey and Zoey were giving me, and they weren't good ones either, Mal must have done a good handful of the ones he listed on them because they were both shifting under comfortably under his lecherous gaze.
I finally had enough as I sent him a dark look and then hissed at him in a low voice, "If you want to talk about doing those things...then fine, but not here."
Mal cocked his only visible at me and cooly commented in the same tone of voice as me and said, "Fine by me. Just know that if you wanted me to keep my part of the deal than I expect you to keep your side of the bargain as well...otherwise I might have to get my fix somewhere else if you catch my drift."
I rigidly agreed to it even though I knew this time I couldn't just run away and hide from him like I have been doing in the past, but I only agreed to it if it meant that he would leave Bailey alone. It almost felt like I was switching places with her since this is what she must have experience when she was last in juvie with him, I was scared and not ready for this.
Just as Mike and Duncan both were giving Mal heated looks, the unexpected happened. Not only did Chris and Chef and Mal's parole officer come marching through the mess hall doors, but my grandfather as well. The smug look on Mal's face dropped immediately with a quick startled look that flashes momentarily over his features that was soon replaced with a distasteful glance and obvious boredom. Everyone in the mess hall either stopped talking and stared or simply went back to what they were doing with little to no concern at their sudden reappearance, but Chris signaled for us to come this way and from the look my grandfather was giving not just Mal, but me too, I knew we were both in deep. With me being planted in Mal's lap on top of that, I was sure Mal was going to get it this time.
Everyone was pulled into Chris's office not just Mal and I, but Duncan, Bailey, Mike and Zoey, and oddly enough even Big Ed ( I guess because he aided in my little concert to keep both Chris and Chef out of the mess hall while everyone partied). Chris would have loved to if he could 'that is make' Mike and Zoey stay and take punishment for all the trouble we had caused today. Since they were not applied as current delinquents in this facility, but only visitors he rewarded them by other means possible by telling them that they were not allowed to come back for another month instead for compensation. Duncan and Bailey were forced to work in Chef's kitchen for only a week whereas Mal and I since we were the main instigators as Chris put it we were forced to work for Chef for entire a month like they both threatened us earlier. As soon as Chris's and Chef's threats were carried out as Mal only rolled his eyes in annoyance the entire time, Mike and the others were all dismissed except for Mal and I as I awaited what was going to happen next. Chris and Chef even left the room as it was just my grandfather, and his two bodyguards and Mal's parole officer now. My grandfather stood in front of Chris's desk with both hands behind his back and surveyed both Mal and me with looks of disappointment and disgust which were mainly aimed more towards Mal than me as his and Mal's eyes narrowed at as they locked on to one another. I swallowed dryly and hoped against hope that this wasn't going to turn into anything similar as last time they spoke because it wasn't pretty at the hospital and it sure wasn't very pretty in Chef's office the time before that either.
"I am very disappointed in the both of you," He said with a stern look as he then looked at me and continued, "Especially you young lady, I know your mother raised you better than this."
We followed his eyes as they went up to one of Chris's monitor screens that playing back some of the things Mal and me pulled earlier in the halls on Chris and Chef and then Mal chasing me out facility. I cringed and started to worry just how much more he knew. Did he see me almost getting run over too? If so, did he see Mal's violent behavior before we came back? My questions were soon answered as my grandfather spun on his heel and started yelling in Mal's face while Mal stood there and never flinched or even moved a muscle or blinked the entire time.
"How dare you attempt to put your hands on my granddaughter, you little shit! Did I not warn you what I'd do to you if I caught you or even so much as find out about such an incident again?! Did I not make it perfectly clear that you were to prove to me your worth and show me how serious you are about taking over my position as the head of the Valenti's family name?!" He shouted angrily with his face in Mal's as I cringe slightly as I watch him grab Mal by the collar of his shirt and get even further into Mal's face as let all kinds of hell lose on him.
I felt like ducking behind Mal's back taking hold of his arm out of uneasiness, but I resisted that temptation and weakness of mine of always leaning on him when things got rough.
My grandfather then turned a sourly gaze in my direction as he pointed an anger shaky finger at me and roared, "And you young lady, you know better than to run out in the middle of the street! What the hell were you thinking?! If it hadn't been for Mal, you..."
By then even though my grandfather still had a firm hand on the collar of the front Mal's shirt, Mal still managed to shove me behind him protectively which was something I wasn't expecting from him and it startled me even though he did pull something similar to this in the hospital when I got in the way of my grandfather disciplining Mal. It still unnerved me then and it still does now. I just don't get Mal at all, why was he protecting me like this?
Pappy gave Mal a dark look as he then said, "You think to step in the way of my dealings as I correct my granddaughter's undisciplined behavior is going to make up for your show of violence you displayed in front her and nearly injuring her on top of that?"
Mal yanked himself free from my grandfather's hold as he took a step back as I held onto his arm from behind him as he snarled back, "I didn't lay a hand on her, did I?! Do you see any marks or bruises on her, do you?! I kept my word and kept her safe, so piss off old man!"
I gasped at Mal's outburst as I felt the bottom of my stomach drop, my grandfather was going to kill him this time for sure as I felt panic building up inside of me. I felt sick like earlier, but only worse now as I watched both my grandfather and Mal fight verbally so viciously with one another.
"What'd you say to me you little punk?! You think just because you're a minor that I won't strike your ass down, is that it?! Well, you better rethink your game plan then because whatever happens in this office is gonna stay in this office!" My grandfather spat back at him as he started moving closer towards Mal.
Mal backed up some more than shoved me down into one of the chairs in front of Chris's office desk as I watched helplessly as they both continued to verbally assault one another which then turned into them putting their hands on one another. The next thing I knew was I screamed out Mal's name in panic as I gasp in horror because...well I don't know why. Just seeing my grandfather punched Mal in the face which sent him staggering into the floor scared the crap out of me because I never saw anyone get the best of Mal before. Just seconds after that happened I glance out the window of Chris's office and saw everyone watching in horror at the sight, I wasn't sure who was more surprised or scared by it. Chris and Chef weren't even paying any attention, but the others looked completely speechless at seeing someone take out Mal so easily. I wanted to close my eyes or even look the other way, but I couldn't because it was too frightening to turn away from.
Zoey's Pov:
I thought to see Roxanne kissing Mal was shocking enough in front everyone in the mess hall, but this...this was just out of hand. Why wasn't Chris or Chef doing something to end it? Almost the moment everyone left the office, Mr. Valenti erupted in roars of shouting as he raised his voice what both Mal and Roxanne, but mostly Mal. We didn't even have to look into the window at first to know what was happening because Roxanne's grandfather's voice carried. From the look on Mike's face he was giving just now, he was the most surprised one out of all us, and I assumed it was because Mal stood in the line of fire and shielded Roxanne from the heat as Roxanne's grandfather attempted to yell her because of earlier events from the sound of it. Mal soon pushed her back into one of the chairs and then she let out a scream of terror and of all things screamed Mal's name as they both started to get verbally aggressive, but physical too. Not long after her eyes locked onto ours through the glass window, one of her grandfather's men pulled the shades and we could no longer see what was happening, but we could pretty well hear it all from outside of the door.
Bailey was still a little shook up from her confrontation earlier with Mal and his attempt at exposing her to that creep Steve just to get Roxanne to agree to marry him, but now after watching with the rest of us just moments ago, she looked pale again. I couldn't even imagine what was going through her mind after all of this. I really wish she hadn't landed herself back into Mal's clutches if she needed a place to stay I'm sure my parents wouldn't have minded or even Svetlana because Mike did say she just got herself a new apartment of her own. I'm pretty sure she would have been thrilled to have her as a roommate. It would have been better for her than this, but then that left the horrible mess Roxanne is in now with Mal. There was no escaping this, even if she found a way to run away from juvie again, I was more than positive that Mal would track her down and drag her back no matter how far she ran. This just wasn't fair. I felt like biting my nails (and I don't do that), but after all the events that's lead up to this point...it was really hard not to.
"I sure hope everything turns out okay in there." I blurted out loud with worry even though I was trying to put on a brave face.
Mike patted my shoulder and said in a reassuring voice, "I'm sure everything will turn out fine, Zoey. Maybe Mr. Valenti can straighten out Mal and hopefully, he can open up Mal's eyes and make him see how serious getting married is."
"Good luck with that pal." Duncan snorted and then shook his head in disbelief as he added, "I've watched Mal for awhile here, and just from a bystander's view...I can tell that Mal has no desire to change his ways. Not now or anytime soon from the looks of it, and that's what bothers me the most about this."
"Maybe," I said thoughtfully, but then added, "but Mal has treated her differently from the way he's dealt with Bailey and myself. And he did say that he's got feelings for her, so maybe she can..."
"Change him?" Bailey said skeptically as she finished my sentence and then concluded, "I just don't know Zoey. You've seen for yourself what he's capable of when he gets his way, and that was just from using Mike's body. Now he doesn't have that problem anymore, he has full control of his now and seems to have a lot of power of this place from what Duncan has told me."
"He may have full control of his body," Mike pointed out and then after a split second he grinned and added, "but not his emotions or feelings. Zoey just might be onto something here. If Roxanne could tap into his human heart, maybe...just maybe Mal could finally-"
"Chill out?" Duncan stated with a raised eyebrow clearly not buying it as he went on and said nonchalantly, "Yeah...with Mal I'm not seeing that happening anytime soon. She'd have to pull out all the stops to open up that psycho's heart ."
"Well...she's like halfway there!" I said with enthusiasm trying to look on the bright side of things.
Duncan gave me an unimpressed look as he ran his hand over his face while Bailey just sadly shook her head and added, "I wish I had as much faith in this kind of dilemma as you do Zoey, but I don't see anything good coming out of this in all honesty here."
"Just keep your chin up Bailey, "I said with a small, warm smile as I placed a hand on Bailey's shoulder and kindly added, "I'm sure things will turn out alright in the end. Mike and I will come back to visit you guys in a month. That's a promise."
Mike agreed with a smile that was just as warm as mine was as he put an arm around my shoulder.
"That boy isn't gonna change anytime soon trust me, I've dealt with his little punk ass for a while now." Chef threw into our conversation as Chris nodded his head in agreement as they both looked pretty smug about it and laughed as they both went back to their previous discussion before they interrupted ours.
Everyone let out a long sigh, but our attention was soon brought back to the present situation as things started to sound like they were getting out of hand in Chris's office once more.
Mal's Pov:
As soon as I made sure Roxanne was out of my way, the fight with the old coot and me had gone underway and he actually landed a punch on me. For an old fool, he wasn't as weak as I took him for, on the contrary, he was a lot stronger than he looked. That hit to my jaw sting a little more than I'd like to admit it, but not enough to knock me off my game. I quickly got back up to my feet to return the favor, but before I was even halfway back up he pulled me the rest of the way back up by the front of my shirt and slammed me into the office door and started making threats as he shouted at me again with the same intensity as before.
"The only reason I knew about the incident outside is that I was behind several cars during the accident. Your parole officer was the first to inform me that both of you were running out in the middle of road," He roared in my face as he then turned his head back to Roxanne, but in a lower volume of voice with the same amount of disappointment he added, "And you're how old now, Roxanne?!"
Roxanne gulped as she shamefully looks down at my hands that she fidgeting within her lap as she then mumbled out a small and very feebly reply, "Sixteen."
"That's right sixteen years old and you go and pull a dangerous stunt like that. Roxanne, honey I love you very much, but if as your grandparent and guardian I'm highly disappointed in your actions today and along with this," The old man barked at her never taking his hands off of me as he then turned his attention back to me and continued, "chucklehead over here."
In a lower tone of voice he hissed in my face with his blood pressure obviously high as he said, " I saw how you were carrying her across the road and if I see it again boy, I will tear you from limb from limb! Have I made myself perfectly clear?"
I narrowed my eyes as I tightened my hands around his that were gripping the cloth of my shirt as I spoke in the same tone of voice, "Crystal."
He stared at me a moment longer as though he was trying to make up his mind whether or not I got the message, and then he released his hold over me and walked back in front of Chris's desk and indicated with the nod of his head for me to follow and take a seat as well which I did after locking eyes with him for a moment longer myself. He stood there with his arms folded over his chest as though he was about to come to decision and announce and/or bring a punishment of his own down onto us both aside from the one that...that those two imbeciles came up with.
His eyes locked onto mine as he coldly remarked, "One more incident like this one Mal, and I will have you plucked from this facility and placed in what I'd consider a more suitable environment for you than this. That way I can keep an even closer eye on you until you've reached your peak where I myself can deem if whether or not you are indeed the young man I had high hopes for. Do not repeat this incident again and that goes for the both of you. I don't want to see or hear anything like this again from either of you."
Even though he was talking to both of us when he made his statement, his eyes never left mine the whole entire time he spoke like he knew me for what I was and in a way, he probably did all thanks to Mike and that freaky scientific-project of a surgery. Nonetheless, I don't care how powerful and feared by others this old geezer was, he was nothing compared to what I will become once I gain my own power soon. I'll make him bend and bow before me when my time comes, but until then I'll play the whipped child and go along with this little charade for the time being. I had other problems to deal with now that Steve knew about my relationship with Roxanne and I wasn't just talking about our upcoming marriage and also her being my slave girl which he seems to know so much about. Somebody and I don't know who among my peons as leaked out that information after I specifically stated that...that knowledge was to stay out of his jurisdiction so I wouldn't have to deal with him trying to worm his way into my affairs. No matter, I'll find out who and why later. Interesting enough he dismissed Roxanne before me, I watched out of the corner of my eyes as she warily left the room and closed the door behind her with a small click of the door handle.
Bailey's Pov:
Sometime after the guys in McLean's office closed the shades in the window, the door slowly opened and out came a ruffled-looking Roxanne. She didn't exactly look any of us in the eye at first when she came out, and I couldn't blame her after everything that's happened so far today, but then she did she look like she was ready to crumble. Zoey was the first to take notice of it as she hugged her and spoke words of comfort to her as I tried to smile at her myself and tell her she still had me and Duncan when this was all over even though I wasn't sure how long with Mal around.
"It will be alright, you'll see." Zoey softly said with more faith in the situation than the rest of us as she continued to rub Roxanne back in a comforting gesture.
Mike patted her on the shoulder as he also tried to chime in to lighten things up by saying, "Well speaking out of experience if there is one thing that I can reassure you about Mal and that is he'll definitely make sure no one ever lays a finger on you. He always did hold up his deals with keeping my other personalities and myself safe from harm when he took control of my body."
"But did he ever make you sacrifice anything in return for it?" Roxanne asked warily.
"No, why?" Mike asked with confusion.
Roxanne looked up at Mike with uneasiness as she then said, "He only promised to keep me safe if only in return that I gave up my body to him. And if I didn't accept his deal he was going to blackmail me."
Mike and Zoey both gasped.
"What kind of blackmail?" Zoey asked with concern and curiosity.
Mike was definitely angered by it as Roxanne then when into detail about how Mal had nude pictures made of her to keep her under his thumb and force her into being his slave girl. I was truly shocked. So that was how Mal had got someone has headstrong as Roxanne to bend to his will, but it seems she hasn't given him everything he wanted yet. She was still fighting back and that explains so much, especially desire to run away from juvie so bad. I would too if I was in her shoes. Several minutes Zoey brought up the most questionable thought that was on everyone's mind earlier in the mess hall.
"That was some kiss you gave Mal back there by the way,' Zoey said with a puzzled look on her face as she added, "It almost looked like you-,"
At the mention of the kiss, I could see Roxanne stiffen up and back away as her face turned almost as red as her hair as she started stuttering and cutting into Zoey's last comment as she sounded suddenly defensive, "T...There's nothing between us! I just did what I had to in order to save Bailey from being exposed by him! The kiss means nothing! Really!"
She backed away from Zoey and the rest of us looking embarrassed and scared all at the same time. I was no fool by any means, and it was then that I was starting to figure it out after everything I just witness between those two all in one day and now it was starting to really add up. She was either already caught up and addicted to Mal's drugged touch or even worse still...she also had feelings for him. Either one was not good when it came down to it, but considering the situation at hand, it didn't exactly make it any better or worse at this point. Duncan was the first to speak up at her sudden burst of uneasiness.
"Whoa...calm down there Red, nobody is accusing you of anything. Especially with that creep in mind." Duncan said with his hands up in a slow-it-down motion as he nodded his head at the office to indicate Mike's evil twin who still inside.
She seems to calm down some from his comment but still kept her distance out of what I could only guess was fear and uncertainty. I can't imagine how confused and muddled she must feel right now after all of this. I knew all too well just how stressful being trapped with Mal was like and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. But when I thought about it, even Zoey who is so innocent could tell there was something up with them. The way that she kissed him was dangerously similar to the way Zoey kisses Mike and the way I kiss Duncan which can only lead me to believe that maybe she likes him. But Mal...why him of all guys? And How? I really did need to get her away from him and talk to her for her own safety. He may love her as Mike and Zoey said, but that doesn't mean that he still won't use her for his own twisted sense of enjoyment.
I lost track of what everyone was saying as I soon noticed everything grew uncomfortably quiet and the office erupted back into sounds of voices being raised and loud trashing noises that followed shortly after. Everyone looked spooked and troubled once again as we all waited for the ending results which didn't take long because Mal suddenly burst out the door with a look of murder clearly visible in his eyes as they soon landed on all of us standing outside the office. There was nothing awkward about this. Nothing awkward about this at all.
"Get your ass back in this office right...NOW!" A voice roared from Chris McLean's office and none of us needed to be told who it was.
I'm not going to lie when I say that I thought Mal was scary, but Roxanne's grandfather was a scary man when he was angered.
"Fat chance old man!" Mal thundered back as he attempted to storm off pasted us as his eyes lingered on Roxanne's figure, but only briefly as though to confirm that she was still within his eyesight as he then turned around, to sum up the situation.
Roxanne's grandfather then glared dangerously at Mal from inside the office and reminded him by saying in a threatening manner, "Just remember this much boy, if another occurrence repeats itself like today...I will stop at nothing until I have beaten you myself. Maybe then I'll finally get through to you."
Everyone gasped. I mean yeah...we caught words and phrases of what was being said in the office, but nothing like that. Mal was seething with hot rage from where he stood, but he made no attempt to leave or even make a retort as his eyes never left Roxanne's grandfathers. Within moments as they both cooled off, Mr. Valenti as Mike calls him soon apologized for his unruly behavior and even shook both mine and Duncan's hand. He was quite a powerhouse when crossed, but a real gentleman in person. He was truly something else altogether. I marveled at the man that supposedly bought Mal and was making him his successor. I hope he knew what he was getting himself into by taking in Mal. He then soon pulled his granddaughter back by his side for what looked like a last minute word, and I noticed that Mal was watching very closely as though to see if Roxanne was spilling anything he didn't want the old guy to know.
Mike then choose that moment to intervene by taking a few steps towards him which immediately caught Mal's attention as Mike spoke in a lower tone of voice where only everyone in our group heard, "Why are you hiding it from her? Why don't you just come out of the closet and tell her already?"
Mal gave him a dirty look but didn't respond as he then turned his attention back to Roxanne and her grandfather.
"You do realize that she's a girl and you can't hide stuff from chicks, trust me." Duncan pitched in.
"Lay off me you bunch of blockheads," He countered with an irritable tone as he never took his eyes off of his centerfold as he added, "You don't think that I don't already know that. I'm well aware of how clever she is, that's part of what intrigued me about her."
"Then why dig yourself a grave and not speak up and tell her?" Duncan pressed.
"Are you forgetting who runs this place? Because I can promise you it's not those two twits over there." Mal stated as we all followed his gaze towards Chris and Chef as they both started to sneeze.
"That's not the point Mal," Mike pointed out as he continued, "the point is that Roxanne deserves to know the truth and it's not right trying to make all of us keep quiet about your true feelings towards her. Just tell her."
By now Mal gave up trying to ignore us as he narrowed his eyes at all of us and said, "I can't do that right now because it's more complicated than that. A peon and an outsider like you wouldn't understand that."
Mike raised an eyebrow and said, "I thought the same thing when I had you and the others still in my head when I first met Zoey. What's your excuse?"
Yeah really...I thought to myself because I dared not to bring any more attention to myself today after certain events that happened earlier.
"Don't give me that shit Mike," Mal snarled as he baited on, "this is a completely different thing altogether. I'm not just doing out of my own selfish desires, I made a deal with the old goat over there to keep her safe and I intend on keeping it by whatever means necessary."
"Can't you at the very least explain why?" Zoey timidly asked from behind Mike in a hushed tone.
Mal raised an eyebrow at her and smirked, "Getting bold now aren't you little Red?...Is Roxanne rubbing off on you too?"
"Just answer the question, Mal." Mike persisted as he started to sound frustrated with him.
Mal regarded him with an unimpressed look on his face and then frowned as he said, "Fine. If it'll stop you intrusive little busybodies from sticking your noses in my affairs then, by all means, I'll break it down for you."
We all gave him a dirty look as he then proceeded to explain, "Look, if Steve finds out that she means anything to me, he'll do whatever it takes to destroy her inside and out by whatever means possible. He'll get in her head and screw with her. He'll even go as far as preying on her innocence which he's tried only once before and I quickly ended it, but only because I had eyes on her first since day one."
"You really think Steve's that smart?" Duncan asked with uncertainty.
"He's not as dumb as he looks, unfortunately." Mal muttered barely audible for the rest of us to hear.
"So you're saying that creep, Steve will stalk her just because Roxanne's in contact with you, why?" I inquired out of curiosity before I could even stop myself.
"Weren't you listening to me doll face?," Mal retorted in a moody voice as he concluded, "Whatever I hold valuable and/or consider worth my attention that bonehead comes running. He won't stop at nothing to take what is mine."
"But why?" Duncan asked without thinking.
Mal let out an aggravated sigh as he almost raises his voice but then remembers the other two who were deep in discussion on the other side of the hall as he says, "That all started when I first took over this dump. I pulled the rug out from under his dimwitted ass and to be honest that is none of your business."
Mike scowled him with a sour look on his face as he said, "You do realize that if one of us were to slip and tell her-,"
Mal aggressively snarled at Mike as he flickered his dark eyes from us to the other group and then coldly remarked, "Look here little Mikey, I'll tell her myself on my terms, and none of you peons had better so much as peep a word about it or else!"
He immediately took his hands off of Mike who still glared back at Mal. It was so weird because they looked like two twin brothers fighting each other that it was uncanny. I blinked several times and shook my head to shake the thought away because I knew in fact that they weren't. Looking back in Roxanne's direction, I saw her making her way back towards us as her grandfather was headed out the front exit doors. Zoey and Mike soon followed suit after giving out words of encouragement and hugs before taking their leave as well.
Mal's Pov:
By now I was ready to take my leave from being surrounded by so many lamebrains which were starting to take their toll on my patience, but I came up short when Chef grabbed me by the back of my shoulders and pulled me back around towards him and the others which irritated me as I snarled back at him, "Don't touch me, busboy!"
"What'd you call me?!...Boy, you had better cool yourself before I have to call out your parole officer to detain you," Chef said with a slightly worried and angered look that then turned into a smug one as he countered, "besides who's going to save your little princess here if you're not around to protect her? Especially when I'm putting my class favorite in charge of you troublemakers for your first little lesson in cooking tonight."
I stopped in my tracks as it took everything in my power not to turn away and slug this peon for even considering such a ridiculous idea.
Roxanne's eyes flashed as she shrieked back at him with outrage, "I am not his princess!"
I chuckled at her will to defy me, she'll never give in, will she?
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Chef added with a smug and all-too-knowing grin which only made little Red ball up her fists and growl at him even more.
I smirked because I did love that look she gives when her patience as reaches its limit. We all soon followed Chris and Chef towards Chef's kitchen to begin our newest punishment and according to Chef that would be prepping his food pantry and freeing up his cooking duties. Everyone groaned in protest, but Chef only laughed and announced before he left that since he wasn't in the mood to babysit us that he would put his favorite little stooge in charge of us to make sure we did our jobs and that bastard chose of all idiots...Steve.
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