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You Shouldn't Make me do that... (Alvis & Sweetnothings)

All Madeline knew it wasn't broken. It would be bent at a different angle. The one thing she was confused about was why he was helping her. A few minutes ago she had slapped him. Now he was acting like it never happened. As long as he didn't hurt her anymore, it was okay. She nodded and took a seat on the couch. She leaned her head back on the cushion as she took slow, even breaths. No doubt her arm was just badly sprained. It probably didn't need a cast. She looked at him and took the pack of ice he made. She pressed it to the area where it hurt most then sighed in relief.

"Why are you doing this? You didn't need to. I mean...I hit you. You should be made at me, not helping me over a sprained arm. It's not like I prefer you hitting me, I just want to know why you're treating me like this. And I promise I would never lash out like that ever again, Darien." It was all just coming out. There was a mix of emotions. She didn't know if she wanted to feel guilty or disgusted at him for making her do this. He shouldn't make her do anything but if it resulted in no punishments, that was okay.
 
"You just answered your own question. Because you won't do it again. And just like when something goes wrong, I have to make sure you know that won't do, if I don't make sure you know I appreciate when you do right...it'll just be a mess." He said with a smile. "I'm not a monster you know." He said with a nod. And in his own mind, he certainly wasn't. He just wanted thigns to work a very certain way, and Madeline, so long as she was here, would have to get behind that. Else, he'd help bring her aroudn to that line of thinking. ANd so far it seemed to be working. He sat on the couch, putting a little pspace between them. He didn't want to end up buymping into her wounded arm after all. But he did keep the wound in mind, contemplating how it might be used to his advantage later if she tried again.
 
"Oh. But I promise, Darien. I'll do anything. I won't do anything that will result in something worse than this. Just...don't hurt me again. I really didn't mean for anything to result in something like that. I just wasn't thinking. I was scared, and I lashed out. I shouldn't have. And you aren't a monster. You just want to help." Madeline said softly with a smile. It was nice getting to talk to him. It wasn't what she wanted to talk about, but this had to be discussed. It couldn't go on without attention. The rules were simple. Just do what he says, and everything would be okay. There would be no reason to get punished. She would do anything he asked her to do without protesting. She told herself that over and over again so she knew never to lash out like that again. She tried moving her arm, only groaning in pain. She wanted to blame it on him, tell him this was all his fault, but it would not help her at all.
 
Darien looked at her as she groaned. It looked like it was really bothering her. And he'd rather just invest a little bit into the problem, and help it go away.
"If you want, there's some pills in the cabinet in the bathroom. The ones with a star on them are some decent pain killers. Should also help keep any swelling down." He offered. At that point he figured he could probably broach another subject with her. ANything to keep things flowing along, try and keep them running smoothly. "tomorrow sometime, did you want to go out? Maybe pick up a few things to help you feel more at home?" He asked her, thinking that they could hit one of the local stores, help spruce thigns up. He did admit that the place looked very much like a bachelor pad. And besides, the fewer conflicts that came up, the better. THough while he thought about it, he had to admit that there was a certain comparison in his mind about the difference between last night and this morning, and how very differnt the experiences were. He had to admit there was a certain appeal in that frantic, violent round of sex that they'd had. But that was something to think about later.
 
Madeline really thought it was only a sprain. It was obviously much more than that. It couldn't be broken, but it would make sense if it was. For right now, she concluded it wasn't broken and it was just a really bad sprain. She looked at him and sighed softly. "Sure. Painkillers would help, though I don't know the underlying problem to this. I don't think I fractured it. It's probably just a really bad sprain. I hope it is." She was trying her best not to imply he caused it. He really did. He was the one who threw her over the couch. It was his fault. She looked at him as he suggested they go to the store tomorrow. "Oh...sure. That would be fine." To be honest, she was a little on edge. She wasn't sure what he was trying to get at, but if she decided to do something at the store, he couldn't hurt her there. She clenched her jaw and stood up, walking to the bathroom to get the painkillers. She opened up the cabinet and pulled out the one that was marked with the star. She opened it up and popped some pills in her mouth. She grabbed a cup and swallowed the pills with the water. As she did so, she saw what she looked like on the mirror. First, there was a big ass bruise on her forehead. Second, her arm had a line of bruises from where she landed on it. And finally, she had a cut on her cheek. She mumbled some obscenities before walking out of the bathroom to meet with Darien.
 
For Darien, the instinct was there to help her treat the injuries. But he also had the thought that she'd likely not want his help with them, and it would also be better for her in the long run to take care of them herself. It would diminish the lesson that the acts were intended to teach if he put too much effort into fixing it. They could step out tomorow, do the shopping. But in the meantime, she seemed to be in something of a mood. So he did what he felt was best. He flicked the TV remote, putting on a decent program, and leaned back. It was an air of almost non-chalance, he was essentially ignoring Madeline. After all, until he needed something from him, or she had somehting interesting to say, he didn't have any need of her.
 
Even though the temptation to ask him for help, Madeline decided to keep to herself. After what had happened, she wasn't really looking forward to talk to Darien in a long time. Not for a while at least. The matter at hand was the bruises. Luckily they weren't planning on going out tonight, but the bruises would get bigger tomorrow. It would be more noticeable. When she realized this, she let out a frustrated sigh before looking at him. She wanted to do the same thing she did to him again, but after what happened, she wasn't looking forward to getting hurt again. She glared at him and walked to their bedroom, shutting the door and locking it. Maybe getting some sleep would help. She wouldn't even bother waking up for him.
 
Darien spared a glance at her when she sat down, and then when she left. He did hear the lock click, but that didn't bother him over muh. It was a simple knob lock after all, and those weren't terribly difficult to jimmy open. And she might have mellowed out a little when he got into the room with her. After all, if she thought that he was sleeping anywhere other than his own bed, she was in for a rude awakening. And the more he thought about it, the more he figured that if she was thinking that he was going to be doing any less than having mroe sex with her, then she was also mistaken. Last night had put him in somehting of a mood. He wanted the idea of that to be something of a tradition, something to keep them close. Of course, the way the day had gone might make that a little complicated, but he was willing to experiment on that front.

He whiled away some time with the TV, then a little mroe adding a few more books onto the shelf. He had to admit that he liked the way it broke up the wall, and how the dark wood gleamed in the light. Paul did excellent work. He supposed on some level he might owe madeline something. But then he was giving her a place ot live, and feeding her while she remained unemployed. That was quite a bit as far as he was concerned. He shook his head. Time to get some sleep. It had been some time after all. He went to his tool box, and took out a scratch awl, and then walked back to the door to the bedorom. He slid the awl into the hole in the middle, and felt the pressure pad that disengaged the lock. He swung the door open, and entered into the bedroom.
 
Madeline had thought about all the wrong things she had done. She had broken the plates on purpose, disobeyed him and randomly slapped in. And there was actually enjoying the brutal fuck in the ass. That was on the top of her list. She still couldn't get over the fact she she was moaning from it, practically turning into someone totally different. She hated the fact that he had made her that way. He couldn't dealt with it a different way. A way that wouldn't have made her moaning like a bitch in heat. She kicked the side of the bed at the thought, wishing she had a chance to punch him for what he did. She already slapped him, so that would have to do. She rubbed the part of her arm that was sore before taking a seat on the bed. She laid back and closed her eyes, coming up with different scenarios. How was she going to go about her time here after what had happened? She could pretend it never happened, ignore him for her time here, move out, or confront him about it. Moving out was not an option.

She took the alone time to rest up, catching some sleep she hadn't gotten for the past few months. There were a few short dreams, ones that made sense of what happened in the real world. The worst thing about them, it kept replaying the sex in the kitchen. Did Darien really have to do it? She was going to be thinking about it for the rest of day. She scoffed softly and opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling in a bored manner. She ran her fingers over the bruises on her arms, the one on her forehead and the big one on her side. While she did so, she heard Darien moving around in front of the door, thinking he was just making sure it was lock. She wasn't expecting it to swing open. She jolted up and glared at him. "What the hell?! Can't you see that I don't want to be around you?! Are you blinded by your ignorance?! Are you such an asshole you don't care that I'm in a bad mood?! God! Fuck you, Darien!" It all came rushing out. The bottled feelings she poured out of her mouth as she yelled at him. It was funny that him opening the door wasn't such a big deal, and here she was yelling at him like he caused a car accident.
 
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