Chapter Twelve.

I couldn't sleep, for the rest of the night despite Ginger's attempts to tell me she wasn't gonna do anything to me.

And now, as the sun rose...

Ginger woke amidst her army of plushies, and stretched then cast a glance at me, there must have been dark rings around my eyes because she reached under her pillow and took out a key-ring with a single key and tossed it at me.

"Man, you're so annoying, would you quit looking at me like that?" She stated getting up "you should know that I'd never hurt you. Besides aren't you already used to me taking you by force?"

"How...?" I started.

"I just said forcefully didn't I?" she responded smiling and getting up then stepping up to the mirror that stood at the other side of the room leaning against the wall.

I ignored her quirk, "how did you become like this?" I asked struggling to open the lock. I was starting to realize why she was so lenient with securing me.

At the moment I was a criminal. And she recognized that I wasn't about to leave the one safe place that was left even if it was her home.

It was either this or prison with probably a life sentence for being an accomplice to murder.

Again this was her plan, she wanted me to stay with her.

"Why?" She asked "that's simple." She turned sharply, walked over to me and pulled the lock.

As soon as the chains fell I grabbed her neck and pushed her back down on her bed. I was still angry but something was preventing me from squeezing her throat any more than I already was.

She looked up at me with calm in her eyes, "this world is a story, full of cruel plot twists," she stated

"In my life there was one person I counted on and when i needed him most, that person... that person wasn't there... I slowly started to understand from that point on."

"Why, why did I have to pay for what that person did to you?" I asked.

"You don't get it do you?" She stated "let me go!"

I didn't budge.

She pried my hands apart and before I knew it, our positions were reversed.

"I love you but at the same time I can't ever forgive you! I counted on you and...when my parents..."

She stopped. "You know what? Never-mind."

I could tell she was getting misty eyed and didn't want to appear weak as she pulled away.

"All you need to know is I am the way I am now, because of you... Sweetie. Besides you should be thanking me."

She sat on the bed beside me but turned her back to me.

"Because I did you a favor."

"Yeah, like the first time you raped me." I muttered sarcastically, intending for it to be humorless statement that it was.

But she laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You're a wimp." She stated getting up. "Now, I wonder what your little female friend will think of you, now that you've spent the night with me and then joined anti-equalists?"

"Well sorry to say but I'm no terrorist and I most certainly am not joining your group," I replied showing just how adamant I was about the fact.

She sighed and walked over to her night-table and pulled something out and pointed it at me releasing the safety.

A gun?

"~Come-on sweetie~, I let you have your way me last night, the least you can do is say thanks by joining the rebellion."

As she said this a thought crossed my mind -Is she insane?-

I had the vague feeling that she wasn't asking.

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