Psycho Werewolf

I walked inside the sitting room still lost in my thought on what I just found out. I can't believe am never leaving this hell hole, I still can't absorb the fact that, that psycho one way or another owns me. My father betrayed me right under my nose and I can't do anything about it now, am utterly useless. Should I make a clearer plan for an escape and fly out of this continent entirely or should I...

"Where have you been?"My thoughts were cut short by his voice, his intimidating manly voice that I have grown to fear...a bit. His voice stopped me from climbing the stairs as I turned to face the arrogant man. He stood in his usual night wear with his hands buried in the pocket of his joggers. But I didn't say anything to him, I chose to ignore him.

"I asked you a question" his voice came again ringing in my ears but unlike before it was surprisingly calm, he should be angry I ignored him... why isn't he? I was pissed, I ignored him to get him angry but he isn't, he just stood there gawking at me waiting for an answer. Just the act of seeing him, I felt like walking up to him and giving him a hot slap that will send a turn around in his life and rescrew the nut that must have fallen from his head, and I did exactly that. I didn't respond to his question again, I just started taking steps towards him,

"Andrew told me you left after you damaged my car. Do you know how much it cost me to get it fixed? Are you willing to pay for the consequences of your acti..." I cut him off as my palm found it's way to his cheek and I felt the hotness of the slap as my palm landed on his cheek and afterwards I felt pain, I feel like am more affected to the slap than him. I shake my hand in pain before I raised my head up to look at him expecting his flaming grey eyes on me but instead his head was still in the position of the direction I slapped him as he brings his tongue out to the corner of his red lips probably checking if he is bleeding which he definitely is not then he withdrew his tongue before he slowly turned his head to look at me... that's it, what I have been looking for, starring right into my eyes I could see the flames in his once beautiful grey eyes. I could feel his aurora fuming within us making me to take an unbalanced step back... I thought it is what I wanted, why am I sacred now? It is obvious he is angry and I know his anger scares me because he does crazy things when he gets angry but I should be more than he is, I mean am the one that got traded here, he has no right to be angry at my action because he deserves it. I try to bring back my confidence before looking at his angry...'What the hell was that for?' expression.

"That! Is for making me watch your d**k get sucked by a whore!!" I needed to bring that up so he know that I haven't forgotten, that... I can never unsee. After I said that, I did notice his expression change into a guilty one as he said gently but with a high tune,

"You made me do that Gene..." before he could complete my name I cut him off with another slap, this one a bit lesser than the other, I didn't want to get my hand hurt again, but damn it! It still does. Even knowing that I would feel pain when I slap him and that he might loose his mind and do something crazy to me or probably lock me up like he did before maybe this time in a prison tower, who knows, still I hit him again. I am really pissed causing me to be unable to control myself, so I should as well do the best with this moment, right?

"That! Is..." He didn't let me finish which I expected him to do like before but instead he grabbed my shoulders aggressively and yanked me to himself causing me to freeze as I starred into his flaming grey eyes.

"Don't you ever! Lay your hands on me again!" He yelled, I almost... got scared but the memories of what my father told me and what he has done to me flashed back in my head, what more can he do to me that he haven't already done. I struggled to free myself from his grip with no arrival so I shouted,

"Let go of me! I said let go, now!!" He hesitated but eventually let me go before retreating his hands back inside his pockets like nothing happened probably waiting for me to tell him what my issue is, forgetting his car.

"Is this what you do?" I ask in tears earning him to raise his right brow in confusion,

"You go about deceiving people so you can get married to their daughters."