10 A failed escape and guilt

-Shadow Cat's POV-

I wake up to the sound of the drawers opening and closing. I can hear as Marie wonders how she forgot to check my pockets. I don't think she realizes she said it out loud. I wanted to get up and yell at her for trying to leave but I resist. I won't lie the thought of her wanting to escape makes my heart hurt. I needed to stop her but I wanted to see if she would get as far as to open the door. So I did what I thought was best, I pretended to be asleep.

I attempted to calm my nerves as she tiptoed back towards me but it upsets me to see her attempt to escape. I begin to become angry as I feel her search through my pockets. I stirred trying to scare her and but she does not do anything. I stayed still wondering what she would do next and my blood boils as she attempts to unlock the door.

I quietly remove the IV and the rest of the equipment and walked towards her. Thanks to my skill, she didn't notice me behind her. She continues to unlock the door and turn the knob. I became furious feeling my blood hot as fire.

Once again, Marie chose to treat me like a worthless criminal. She just wanted to run away from me. "Well, if she believes I'm nothing but a criminal, maybe I should start acting like it. I grab her wrist and turn her around. I wanted her to face the man she was running from, the criminal.

"Where do you think you are going, princess?" I asked not hiding the anger in my voice. Even I have to admit it sounded deadly.

I see Marie gulp and feel her body stiffen at my touch. I can tell she still believes I would hurt her and blood boils even more. I have not touched or hurt her in any way and yet she acts like this. I get it I am a criminal but have I been one to her. I think not. "Are you trying to run away, princess?" I ask keeping the same tone of voice. She looks down refusing to answer me. I continued to speak as I already know the answer to the question.

"Tell me, what exactly where you planning to do, leave so you could betray me?" I kept spitting out the questions. At this point I see fear decorating her face but I couldn't control myself. I can't understand why but it hurt me so bad. "Answer me!" I yelled. I watched her flinch as I raised my voice.

"I just want to go home!" she yelled at me for the first time ever. I saw tears in her eyes but I could tell it was not out of sadness but anger. "If I wanted to betray you, I would have left you there to die! I just want to go back home" her voice lowered towards the end.

"You are home" I replied trying to lower my voice. Seeing tears in her eyes hurt more than knowing she wanted to leave.

"No, Never I would never be at home if I'm with you!" She yelled once again. Her words stung as nothing has before. I angrily pulled her away from the door and pulled the key out hastily. I turned to look her in the eyes and spoke low and sternly. "Well, you better start learning to love it because you're stuck with me."

"Never! I will get out one day and that day I will make you pay. I should have left you there to die." Her word felt like a bullet to the heart. My body reacted on its own and before I knew it, Marie was on the ground holding the side of her face, my hand in the air. Shit, I slapped her.

-Marie's POV-

He slapped me! I was now on the ground holding the side of my face. My cheek burned, the side of my bottom lip stung, and my eyes filled with tears. No, not from the pain of the slap but the hurt inside of me. After all I did for him he slapped me. It's really my fault for ever giving myself the hope that he would never hurt me.

Seconds letter I feel a warm liquid like substance coming from the side of my mouth right were my lip stung. With my free hand I reach to see what it was, blood. He had busted my lip. I automatically filled with rage. Hate filled my insides like a wildfire. I officially hated this man. I gave him a nasty look and kept my black eyes on his hazel ones as I whispered the only words that were in my mind. "I hate you."

For a split second I thought I saw pain and guilt flash on his eyes but I was quick to shrug it off. He is a criminal he feels nothing especially not guilt. It was probably my imagination playing tricks on me. Not saying a word he bend down and grabbed my arm pulling me up with him. Still silent he pulled me to a bedroom where he proceeded to step out and leave me locked inside. That's when I knew I had messed up.