goodbye_sun (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 100daysofsorrow) wrote,@ 2008-05-10 00:35:00 |
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| Entry tags: | 30 - chapter 30 |
Chapter 30
she had been gone so long.
there was so much to unlearn.
she opened her eyes.
he was the first thing she saw
and she blamed him.
- Lucille Clifton
Warnings/Bonuses: Adult themes.
349 Elizabeth Street, Esk. November 20, 2005. 9:39 pm  He had not seen that coming at all. He knew she was angry, but punching him? Daniel rubbed his chin and glanced up to where Katia stood seething. She had not walked out, which surprised him, but he suspected that she was merely waiting for him to give some sort of backhanded retort so she could feel justified in slamming the door in his face. Either that or she was just enjoying seeing him splayed on the ground in front of her. He pushed himself and what was let of his dignity up off the floor.  Daniel watched with mild amusement at the way she tried to hold her ground and ignore the pain as he approached her. Her stubborn nature was returning with such ferocity. He nodded at the limb she was shaking, “How is your hand?” Katia pulled her arm behind her trying to hide the wince the movement caused. “It’s fine.” “Let me see.” “No.” “Give me your hand.”  “I said no.” She stared back at him, but the expression on his face was more concerned than insistent and it made her feel like an obstinate child. Sighing she held her arm out towards him. Katia grimaced as he moved her fingers and pressed gently along her knuckles, but it was the chill from his touch that caused the most discomfort. “Your hands are cold.” “They are the same temperature as always.” He let her hand go and folded his arms against his chest, “You are lucky, nothing is broken, but it is going to bruise. Go run it under the cold tap. That should help some.”  Katia let out a sigh when the cold water ran over her hand. He leaned against the doorframe and asked, “Do you want some ice?” Katia shook her head. When the throbbing had subsided to a more bearable level, she turned off the tap and turned around to confront him. She knew the answer, but asked him anyway, “That money…you didn’t pick that amount arbitrarily did you?”  “No.” He waited to feel the anger dance past him but it was just the same steady hum of spite and frustration she always had. It was so familiar now it acted like a beacon, but the peaks and fluctuations were muted. Using her good hand she pushed past him, trying to impart as much brute force as she could. “So is there anything about my life that you didn’t manipulate?”  “I was watching Sophie, you just happen to come with the package. I did whatever necessary to make certain she was safe and well provided for, and that meant interfering from time to time. Are you certain about the ice?” “What was the point of me even being around then?” “At least let me wrap your hand for you.” Katia cradled her arm to keep herself from gesticulating wildly, “By giving us the money, you made me feel useless.”  “You are not going to be able to drive with your hand like that.” “I thought I was a failure because I couldn’t take care of my own sister.” “Katia, it will take longer to heal unless you do something.” Her eyes flared, “Don’t patronise me.” He didn’t bother to hide his growing annoyance, “I only did it because your sister asked for my help. She did not want you to have to worry.”  The revelation made her dizzy. Sophie had gone to him to save them. Her sister had entrusted their lives to Daniel more than her. “I’m going back to my room. I’m going to go to sleep and in the morning I’m going to leave. And you can just piss off somewhere.” “Katia, can we please put a stop this, no more games. We start over from here.” “I’m not playing a game. I don’t want you following me. End of story.” Daniel looked her in the eye and promised, “If that is truly what you want, I will not follow you any longer.”  Katia yelped as she tried to open the door with her injured hand. She struggled turning the knob with her other hand until she finally had the door open, but managed it with much less finesse than she would have liked. The moment gone, she didn’t bother to slam the door as she walked out. 349 Elizabeth Street, Esk. November 21, 2005. 1:00 am  When the alarm went off, the room was still dark. Katia glanced at the clock. One a.m. She was sure she had set it for seven. Sitting up she reached for the lamp and clicked it on. A small squeal passed her lips at the angry eyes staring into hers from only inches away. She panted out a question, “How did you get in here?”  Daniel flashed his fangs and whispered, “Had it been anyone but me, you would be dead. A corpse. You would have been suckled completely dry before you even woke enough to fight back. As much as you despise it, you need me. You no longer want me following you, so we go with the other option. You are coming with me. Quietly. This is not negotiable.” He tossed her bag at her. “Here endeth the lesson. Time to go.” “You lied.” “I have never lied to you. I just tell you the truth you want to hear." |
