Showers and bipolar crap.

"Don't play with me right now Grey, I'm not in the mood"

"Ohh," My smile wavered.

"Can you walk?"

"I-I think so." I stated as I tried getting up and stretching my legs. They still ached but I could have Survived. "It's okay now."

"Good. Now walk to the bathroom and hurry up."

With a sigh, I walked to the bathroom and tried to turn the water heater on but it was too high. What the hell was wrong with this shower anyway, Why wasn't it coming in? And this hotel claimed being a five star.

Five star of shit.

"I-I can't," I struggled trying to reach the switch whilst tiptoeing and accidentally knocking down some of the conditioners.

"Grey, what are you doing?"

"Robbing a bank."

"Good for you." I heard him say.

"I-I can't reach the stupid heater!" I groaned.

"Do you need it?" He sounded annoyed.

"Yes, yess Sinister." I pouted like a child.

He opened the door and stepped into the shower where I was.

"It must such being short." He smirked.

"I'm fun sized, don't push it."

"Fun sized?" He arched an eyebrow wickedly.

"Yes I'm-" Before I could even continue I accidentally pushed the shower, turning it on on us.

My eyes widened at the mistake as I watched how the water began to highlight the sculpts of his body through his light linen shirt even more than I could imagine. The blood ran down our clothing like the Niagara Falls as we stood there.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Forget it."

"But-"

"It doesn't matter."

Slowly, he loosened his tie but i grazed my hand over his and pulled the tie out. I felt his hand at the back of my dress teasingly undoing the zip. Bringing my hand back up to his shirt, I undid the bottom pushing the shirt off. Hesitantly, I took a step back and but my lips.

My breaths were soft and easy yet my heart seemed to be pumping faster than it ever did in my entire life. Slowly, I pushed the dress off my shoulder and it dropped to the ground.

Daring myself, I looked at him. His eyes flickered on me as he took a step closer and pushed me against the wall keeping a firm hand at the nape of my neck.

"You always seem to Suprise me Miss Grey." He chuckled as he kissed my neck, and his rough stubble seemed to intensify everything.

Pulling away, I wrapped my hands around his neck as he leaned in caging me with his hands on either side of me.

"You seem fond of running away." He chuckled.

"Not this time." I breathed, anticipating the rare closeness.

He leaned in even closer to me and brought back his hands at the nape of my neck as he stared at my lips.

"S-Sinister," I lowered my eyes, "I saw him."

"What?" His eyes seemed to flicker back up to mine, but this time, it was serious. "Who did you see?"

Beck what the hell did you just do?!

I shouldn't have told him now.. Well now I'm going to die.

"Who did you see?" His voice rose a bit sterner.

I didn't answer. I couldn't. My voice felt lost.

"Becky!" He growled.

"Daniel ." I answered, suddenly startled.

"And you're now fucking telling me about?" He raged hitting the glass wall behind me with his hands, almost causing it to shatter.

He turned away from me and ran a hand through his hair, "I warned you not to play games with me Grey. If this was-"

"-It wasn't!" I defended.

How could he think I would stoop so low to let a man get close to me to buy time? I had self respect for myself.

I wasn't what he thought I was.

"And if you lie to me,"He stated sharply, looking at me, "I won't hesitate to kill you."

I swallowed the uneasiness I was feeling right now.

"Now, hurry up." And with that, he walked away.

Shit!

I wouldn't cry for that bastard.

My emotions conflicted within me like fire and ice. I slid down the wall of the shower and hugged my kneels as the fester ran through my aching body. Looking at the ground, I watched how some man's blood swished around me. I felt sick, hurt, embarrassed and stupid. I was a mess. This feeling of him being gone, it felt like salt to my wounds. Why did I even care? If I had not told him about Daniel, would have stayed? I didn't like the feeling of being abadoned, of being alone. It happened to me too much already.

I tightened my eyes pushing away the thought of that man trying to molest me. If Sinister had not been there in time, If he hadn't gotten there then God forbid what would have happened. Yet, at the same time I was mad. Mad at myself for not being able to fight back. The thought of being weak scared me. No matter how much I wanted to defend myself with that man, I couldn't. I was physically and mentally drained. The thought were petrifying! I never expected to ever be in such a situation. I hated being the damsel in distress yet I found myself doing that quiet lately.

What was wrong with me? I promised myself that I wouldn't be weak.

I promised myself that I would always fight back but I didn't today, I couldn't. Maybe that's how my mother felt when she died. I always wondered why she didn't fight back from those men but I never considered how she would have felt physically and mentally. I felt drained today. Maybe that's how she felt, my mother was helpless.

I had to get myself together.

That was it. No more of this weak baby bullshit! I had enough and Sinister better understand that. He better understand that he can't push me around anymore, I was tired of his bipolar crap. Even if he did have a reason to walk out on me, he shouldn't have reacted so harshly. He shouldn't have made me feel like this, like I needed him. I don't!

I don't!