The Buzzing Lie

Chapter Five

"Hello? Marinette? Your home. Late. It's Two Thirty in the morning"  I rolled my eyes as he attempted to get answers from me. I walked right pass him, heading for the bathroom. I switched on the light, blinking at its brightness. "Don't you ignore me. What the fuck? What's with all the blood?" I was drenched. My dress was covered in the dark splotches.

"Relax..I'm f-fine" I turned on the sinks water, splashing it onto my face. I winced a bit as the cuts on my knuckles had water ran through them.

"Fuck! It's your blood. Marinette tell me what happened! Now!" He was angry, trying to help me wash out the blood on my knuckles and rushing over to grab a medical pack.

"I got carried away with the American. The drug didn't work, so I had to do it in other ways"

"Marinette if you were lying to me-"

"We didn't have sex! For the love of god..I had to get dirty. I didn't bring my yo-yo so I used a broken glass. The shards got into my skin okay?" He was still rushing to make sure I was alright. He began to wrap my hands up, then stopped all of a sudden.

"Why is your dress all ripped up?"

"I got jumped in the alley...it's no big-"

"To hell with it! Not a big deal? You were unarmed who knows what could have happened!" He ran out of the room. I sighed, trying to wash my skin some more with the sink. I think I'm going to have to take a shower.

He returned back with some of his clothes. "Strip" I rolled my eyes but cautiously did it anyways.

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He was gone in the morning, the pain from last night was coming back. I just sat there, staring at that ceiling. It took me a minute to start moving again, my body being incredibly sore. I walked out of the room, fixing my messy hair into a bun. Man everything really still hurts.

I made my way to the kitchen, staring down at my feet. I took my phone out of my pocket, scrolling through my messages. 21 missed calls, 20 messages from Cato and Ella. I sighed making it into the kitchen, I glanced up seeing someone sitting there, I'm assuming it was Cato.

"You know I always turn my phone off on it's missions right? You didn't have to keep calling me" I made my way to the fridge my back turned to him. I didn't hear him respond, I thought nothing of it as I took out some left over sandwiches putting them on the countertop. "Are we playing the silent game now?"

"Necessarily you would scream if I speak" I froze. My back was still turnt to him, steadily my hand moved my hand towards the wooden knife holder. "I wouldn't do that. I'll just catch it"

"But If I scream, you won't do anything about it" I still didn't move. I didn't want to face him. I couldn't face him.

"Why's that?" He questioned. I heard him getting up, the scraping of the chair letting me know. His footsteps were getting closer to me.

"Because your fucking psycho" I felt him grab my arm, turning me around. He was inches away from me, making me gasp.

"Don't swear in front of me" his teeth had gritted.

"Oh yea what the fuck are you going to do about it? How the hell did you even get out of your cell?"

"Do you forget who I am?" He asked as if he didn't know.

"Chat noir-"

"And stop calling me that. It's not my name!"

"It is your name! Now let go of me!" I grabbed onto his forearm with my other hand, trying to get him to let go of me. He glanced down at what I was doing and had looked at me back straight in my eyes.

"Why can't you remember me? Was it from the car crash?" Oddly his voice became calm. I felt myself stop moving, calming down. Why was I responding to him like this?

"That's none of your fucking business. Because if you actually cared about me back then, I didn't see you making any attempt to even visit me in my hospital room. You were the one who put me there in the first place, it was your god damn fault"

"I didn't hit you with my car"

"Well oddly enough that is the only thing I remember. The pain of when the car had crashed against me, mowing me down. I hit the concrete, it was pitch black at that point. I felt the glass embed into my skin, tearing away at it. Do you remember now? Oh and I won't forget the part when you backed up, running over my legs. I felt that too"

"Now get the fuck off of her" I was immediately let go as Cato's voice sounded in the tense air. Chat noir had backed away from me, allowing me to see Cato. His face was angry, but calm. Quickly I had walked over to him, grabbing his shirt and leading him out of the kitchen.

"What the hell is he doing out of his cell? I thought we had probable cause to keep him in one"

"Well his father had called and had 'requested' for his son to be released" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know why you don't just over throw the old man" he pointed to inside the kitchen.

"I can't because of him. He would just take over and make all of our life's a living hell. You think I'm powerful, the cat has more power, more destruction" he shivered. His head had shook, his hands going on my shoulders. "He won't hurt you. Not now anyways. He says he needs help"

"Help? Help with what?"

"Catching Volpina and the rest of the Akuma gang"