Chapter 26: Chapter 26

My eyes hurt and sting as I peel them open as the ray of sunburn my eyes and I move my legs around, hoping to kick against the tray I've eaten from last night... Yeah I'm that clumsy. But instead of hitting the tray, my legs enter into warm soft and comfortable sheets and my eyes open up in alarm, looking around the room that looks nothing like the closet I fell asleep in. I reach for my chest, making sure that my clothes were still intact and I give a relief breath when I see it intact the way it was last night.

I have never been a heavy sleeper, but how the hell didn't I feel when I was brought in here?!

I see my glasses on the stand close by to the bed and I, reach for them and put them on.

How the hell did I end up here?!

Why am I in this room?!

If I don't remember being brought in here, I certainly won't remember if something had happened to me!

Did he drug me?!

Did Rory take advantage of me?!

Damn him with his delicious meal!

Feeding me for the slaughter - assault!!

My heart clenches in pain and disgust I do care for you my butt!

Disgusting pig of a man!

I furiously throw the bedsheets away from my body and try to climb down the bed only to fall on my face. I groan on the cold hard tiled floor and shut my eyes, hissing annoyingly and in agony when the door open. Bloody hell!

"Morning to you-" He pauses and I can feel his eyes scan the room for me. "Ms Snowfall?" I feel him walks further into the room which is so still except for the sound coming from his slippers. "Taylor?" I look under the bed and see him moving towards where I am. "Where are you?" He seems to be worried, but I do not care or want to give him the satisfaction of finding me easily so I stay still. "Okay sweety comes out already, I was never good at hiding and seek as a kid and I am still not." He takes another step closer and continues. "I once had to beat up my best friend so he'll tell me where his sister was hiding because I didn't like the game. So love wherever you are, I want you to come out."

No chance in hell!

He sighs, in frustration and goes to the wardrobe and opens it up.

Seriously?! In there?!

He laughs a little, "I didn't think you were in here either, told you I was never good at hiding and seek."

"Must be the bathroom then hun?" He closes the wardrobe door and walk to the opposite side of the room and opens door once he enters I run up having rested enough and I rubbed my kneel to its desired comfort.

I hurry up and stand in front of the bathroom door and waited.

"Taylor, I don't think this is funny anym- ha!!" He gasps in fear as he sees me standing in front of him before he gives me a narrow look.

"Hi." I grin before doing the unthinkable.

I kick him in the nut and his yelp out, his hands going in between his legs while making a painful grunt as he crumbles to the floor. I watch as the unpleasant sensation, resulting from my derangement of his major functional member dawn on him, and his face turns red with pain and he hiss, curses, mumbles words in a strange language I quite don't understand.

"That's was for what you did to me last night!" I shout.

With the memories, I've had since the day he called me a whore and all those other insults I've endured till today my being boil again and I walk to where he is, lying in pain and deliver a hard kick to his cute stupid face.

"That's for the insult and threats you've thrown my way 'till yesterday!"

He yells out and rolls back on the ground, his hands never leaving between his legs. He groans in a bodily suffering manner. The condition or fact that he is suffering and in anguish especially as I and the cause of it sends a thrill of pleasure to my heart.

I have hurt, and put to Rory to bodily uneasiness and anguish; I've afflicted him with uneasy sensations to a degree of intensity. I have torment; I have torture I have won the battle!!!

When he turns his face back, I can see that my feet had given his forehead a deep cut and blood trailing from his forehead to his face.

Okay. Maybe that was too much??

He begins to get up, and I see that it isn't a good idea for me to be there when he rises so I take to my heel and run out of the room.

"You better run!" He growls at me like an animal ready to break the chains holding him down. "'Cause, you're dead if I catch you."

I run into the living room and I hear footsteps coming from behind and I run into a door open after the dining tables unknowing that it is the kitchen which isn't your average size kitchen because it is massively equipped ped and built. The footsteps never cease from following me and I look around the kitchen, but there is no escape door nor is there any utensils that I'm familiar with.

You should have stayed in the kitchen when Mom asked you to, all these are foreign because you never entered the kitchen to use them.

The footsteps grow closer to the door and I grab a frying pan from where it hangs up in the kitchen and the door opens and an angry, evil and maliciously looking devil called Rory enters. He closes the door and then I spot the key which I could have used to lock him out.

Seriously?! Why didn't I think of that?!

He glares at me and I can only imagine what it is he plans on doing to me. Kill me? Rape me and kill me? Or rape me, kill me and dump my body into the ocean where no one will find me?!!!!

I swallow.

Hard.

And my stomach tightens.

The blood on his face drip down to his white T-shirt and this seems to trigger his rage towards me as he walks towards me.

I stretch my hand forward so that the pan is before me. "I may not be good at handling kitchen equipment, but I've watch tangled too many freaking time to know how to handle a pan on people's head. I don't want to hurt you more than I already have, but believe me, I will if you don't walk away from me."

He doesn't stop frowning, or walking or glaring, but asks. "What's tangled?"

Seriously?! Who doesn't freaking know what tangled is? Rory.

"Just back off from me okay? Nobody has to get hurt." Now I'm being biased because he's hurt and bleeding, did I add terribly?

"Really?" He raises an eyebrow at me. "But I'm bleeding and my 'you know' still hurts. The only way we'll be even is if you're hurt and bleeding too, don't you think?" His eyes rake annoyingly at me and his face is still red I guess he's still mad.

Yes, I guess you're right.

"No of course not! You got that because of what you did to me last night." I reply blatantly.

His eyes narrow as he thinks for a brief second then asks. "Bringing you to bed?"

"No the other thing!! Taking advantage of me you sick, twisted bastard!" I explode and the thought alone blurs my brain and I'm torn between breaking down, crying and beating his head in with my pan.

I feel sick with the thought, I close my eyes and do my best with keeping my tears from falling.

"Taking what?!" His surprise seems to surpass my anger.

"You drugged with that stupid food of yours and like a coward, you took advantage of me when you saw me vulnerable!!! You threaten to, yesterday! I HATE YOU!!!!" I am screaming at the top of my lung, and my vocal cord will be bleeding and sore later, but I don't care.

He wants sex, he'll get sex then.

Tears run down my face the next minute and they don't stop even when I badly want them to. "Go on, do whatever it is you want to do to me." I drop the pan back down and begin pulling the buttons of his shirt which I've been wearing since yesterday. I fumble with them because my glasses are wet with my tears. I hiss in irritation as I find it hard to get the button undone.

Before I can get the second button undone, I feel the strong hands of Rory on mine and I want to fight against them, but I hold myself. I look up, but I can't see the look on his face because of how blurry my eyes are nevertheless, I dimly see him shake his head before lowering my hands from the shirt.

"That's the last thing I'll ever want to do to you, Taylor." He tells me, letting go of my hands. "I didn't drug you last night." and pulls off my glasses, then swiping the tears away from my eyes.

I look at him silently, the look on his face is honest and I want to believe him more than anything, but I fear that it might just be a lie to make me feel better. "Yes, I brought you in last night, but it was because I thought you would be cold in the closet, but I never took advantage of you." He put my glasses back on for me. "That's not the type of man I am." With that, he lets go of my hand and begin walking away from me.

"You didn't take advantage of me last night?" I asked in disbelieve as well as surprise. Even I can't believe the sound my voice is in.

He pauses and turns to me and he looks like he has been wounded and stabbed fifty times in the head. "Why would you ever think I'd do something like that to you?"

He's hurt, I hurt him! I never thought I could hurt anyone at least not him.

"I..I." I stutter, unable to find my voice or words.

"That was what I thought." He walks away from me to the door, and open it before walking out.

Here I am, standing still wondering what had just happened between us, but more than anything how Rory had gotten so hurt both physically and emotionally by my accusation. If he is telling the truth, which my heart tells me he was, then I have accused him wrongly and above all called him names that were not close to his character when all he did was make sure I was comfortable. I clench my shirt and close my heart trying not to judge myself much harder anymore.

After a long while of thinking, I now know what it is I must do and I am going to take responsibility for my action.

Sound confident don't I? Not quite.

I see Rory cleaning up the cut on his face as I walk in with cotton wool and a bottle of spirit in the living room, his back is turned to me and I hear him wince a little in pain as the liquid of the spirit touches his face, but being a strong man I know him to be, he ignores the pain and applies the spirit where it hurt the most. I feel sorry for him again, more than I was two minutes ago.

I gather together all the courage I know, which isn't much and walk over to where he sits.

He sees me and he says nothing and instead acts like I'm not present which by the way hurt.

"I'm sorry," I say, folding my arms across my chest as I watch him do his work like I'm not present. "I'm sorry Rory for what happened, I thought you, you know, I shouldn't have, I should have asked you and so I'm sorry."

Silence.

"Are you even listening to me or you're going to act like I'm not here?"

Silence.

"I already apologized!"

Silence.

"Stop doing that and look at me!!"

He looks up at me immediately I say this and my next words run straight from my mouth and I gasp as I watch as he looks at me with intense resentment, indignation and disgust.

"Leave me alone." He hisses and looks away mumbling, "isn't it what you've always wanted?" And he grabs a bandage from the first aid kit before him.

I do not want to leave you alone Rory, not when you're this broken and sad.

"I'm sorry, Rory, I know you're mad at me and I'd be mad at me if I accuse me of something it didn't do."

What the hell am I saying?

Even Rory's face scrunches up in confusion and taking a deep breath, I walk over to where he's sitting and collect the bandage from his hand. He didn't try to tighten his grip around the bandage as he let me have it and I feel that is the beginning of my apology.

"I'm sorry." I start again, genuinely, while cutting the bandage with the scissor and adding the wool to his cut before placing the bandage on it and when I finish, I expected him to just walk out, but instead, he just stares deeply at me for a moment... Maybe a little more than a moment and I start feeling nervous and edgy, but that doesn't make his gaze waver from mine even a bit.

"You were nice and I shouldn't have judged you so quickly it's just that I have a hard time trusting people." After Toby. I mumble the last part to myself.

"I don't know how to trust you when you change so many time a day. You probably have many reactions than chameleon changes colour." I realise that I'm rambling nonsense and I stop myself before I completely make a mess of myself.

He silently stares at me like there's something deep in my soul, something no one else can see, something only he can see and understand.

"Tell me about Toby." He is the only thing he says, and my heart hammer against my chest in fear as I now have to revisit a dreadful and agonising memory I've tried to keep out away for five years...