Side of the Angels (Moriarty fan fic)

Chapter 6- You're not... nice.

"Honey, tea time."

The Irish voice called from downstairs.

Sh*t. I'm going to have to disguise these tears.

I can't remember where he said the nearest bathroom is, so here's where my treasure hunt skills come in.

Luckily there was one a few doors down, now what?!

The last time I scrubbed at it, it made it worse.

Stupid emotions.

"Kitten, What are you doing?"

The Irish voice was now getting louder.

I seriously don't know what to do!

I decided to just wipe my eyes with a dry flanel.

I stepped out the door and said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Nothing, just un-packing."

"You have nothing to un-pack Dearie."

Damn it.

"umm..."

"I will ask you again, what were you doing?"

...

*Eureka moment.*

"I was looking around, again."

"Oh, were you intreged on my home?"

No.

"Yes." I lied.

"Okay, well tea's getting cold Kitten."

"I'm not very hungry." I answered.

"I don't care, you're eating what I made you."

"But it's like 2am and I've already eaten."

"Well I've made you chicken pasta."

"I'm a vegetarian!"

For a change, I was the one getting angrier.

"Oh Dearie, I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Stop with, with this!"

I gestured to him.

"With what Kitten?"

"That! The nice. You're not nice, so stop being so... nice!"

That's when I saw it.

The hint of sadness in his eyes.

But with in less than a second it was gone. Changed to anger.

"No maybe I'm not nice. I'm a monster and I don't want to see you until 7am! You're clothes are in the laundry room. You should know where that is as you've looked around twice. I know you've been crying. You're weak! Maybe I don't need you. Now go."

I just stared in horror. I was right, he wasn't nice.

"Go to bed!"

I would say he yelled, but it was more than that. My hands shook from beside me and as I tried to speak no words would escape. At that moment I realised just how bad this would be and how much I wanted Molly.

I backed away from him a few paces then turned and walked as fast as I could to my room, sat on my bed and stared at the spot my eyes seem to like to look at.

I really didn't want to leave the room again so I slept in the clothes I was in. luckily they were leggings and a burgundy t-shirt so at least I was a little comfy.

I laid down and so many thoughts flooded my head.

This man was a monster.

But somehow I was still drawn to him and I just hoped somewhere inside of him was good.