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Post by Halleigh Robinson on Jul 27, 2011 20:23:05 GMT -7
It had taken a lot to convince Halleigh to get in the car with him, and even when she had finally agreed, it had nothing to do with the sort of romantic night that he had expected- it had taken three weeks of dating, but Halleigh was ready to give Cajun a piece of her mind. To say she was mad about his behavior at dinner with Miso was an understatement. She wasn’t the sort of girl that appreciated possessive pissing contests, especially when there was nothing to get riled up about in the first place- it wasn’t like Miso was a contestant for her to have an affair with. Halleigh was one hundred percent straight, one hundred percent of the time. It had been an innocent dinner, a chance to make friends with a girl that would probably never speak to her again, thanks to her jackass of a boyfriend.
The car ride had been rife with tension, with Halleigh studiously ignoring everything he said to her. She stared out the window into the darkness, her mind fixated on only one thing. When the finally arrived at Cajun’s Shreveport apartment, Halleigh got out of the car and brushed past him, waiting until he opened the door. She went into the apartment and dropped her bag on the couch, not even waiting one second after the door was shut to whirl on him, her anger not even barely concealed.
“What the hell, Cajun?” She snapped, folding her arms over her chest. “What ever made you think it was acceptable to act like that?”
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Post by Cajun June on Jul 27, 2011 20:51:18 GMT -7
As far as simple and laid back nights were, this wasn't one of them. Personally, he had been annoyed many times that night by Halleigh's sudden disobedience. She had made him look a fool and embarrassed him in front of two complete strangers. One thing that Cajun didn't tolerate were his girlfriends coping attitudes, no matter how pretty they were or how good they were in bed. And Halleigh, oh his precious Halleigh, was walking a very thin line.
“What the hell, Cajun? What ever made you think it was acceptable to act like that?”
Cajun had took a step forward then, there was a coldness in his eyes that she hadn't seen up until then. It was quite obvious how angry he was as he closed the distance in between them and grabbed her chin with his right hand.
"And what made you think it was acceptable to act like a little bitch?"
He kept one hand on her chin as his other hand ran carelessly through her hair, a taunting half-smirk on his face.
"You think you are so fucking smart, don't you Halleigh? You embarrassed me tonight. I do not like to be made a fool of. Now apologize and meet me in the bedroom, I'm going to fuck you until you bleed tonight."
One way or another, he would be teaching her a lesson.
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Post by Halleigh Robinson on Jul 27, 2011 21:40:50 GMT -7
Halleigh had never seen him look so… cold. Callous, even. Sure, Halleigh had fought with many people before, over many things, but never had anyone looked at her like that. It sent a chill down her spine, and she took a step back as he moved forward to seize her chin. His touch was rough, his fingers digging into bone, and for a moment, Halleigh didn’t move, frozen with surprise.
"And what made you think it was acceptable to act like a little bitch?"
One didn’t get to be as outspoken and sharp minded without being called a few names, and indeed, Halleigh had been called a bitch many, many times before- but to hear it from Cajun was like a knife into her body, the words cutting her deeply. She made a noise in the back of her throat, her anger rising, and she raised her own hand to shove him backwards roughly so he would release her. “Get the fuck off of me.”
"You think you are so fucking smart, don't you Halleigh? You embarrassed me tonight. I do not like to be made a fool of.”
“You?” She sputtered, shaking her head incredulously. “I didn’t do anything! It was you that was acting like some feral dog. What’s next, going to piss a circle around me, Cajun?” Her eyes were ablaze with anger, and Halleigh gave him a disgusted look. She wasn’t staying here- she’d walk home if she had to. She moved to walk around him and collect her purse, intent on getting the hell away from him- for good.
Now apologize and meet me in the bedroom, I'm going to fuck you until you bleed tonight."
That was never something Halleigh would have expected out of the mouth of someone she thought loved her, and it gave her a moment of pause. “You’re deranged. Fucking mad. I’m leaving, Cajun- I don’t want another fucking thing to do with you.”
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Post by Cajun June on Jul 27, 2011 22:20:34 GMT -7
“Get the fuck off of me.”
He was surprised when she pushed him away from her. Surprised, and kind of amused - so the cat had a little fight in her after all. His grin didn't fail as he lowered his head slightly.
"Oh, I am sure going to enjoy taming you.."
He spoke softly, underneath his breath so she couldn't hear him. Even as she went on about pissing a circle around her he just continued staring at her. Not saying a word, not even as she said she wanted nothing to do with him.
"You are not leaving"
Cajun had girlfriends in the past, many that ended up on a similar road as he was on with Halleigh. He had to be very careful how he did this, because there was only so far you could cross that line. You crossed it just enough for them to fear you, but not enough that an apology and "I swear it won't happen again" wouldn't work.
He grabbed her upper arm hard from behind and pulled, yanking her down to the ground below with little care. He was bigger and stronger than her, two things that gave him an advantage, and he had sat on top of her with her hips locked in between his thighs. His hands grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms to the ground as he looked down at her menacingly.
"Stop with the over reacting bit Halleigh, it isn't flattering. All I want is a simple apology, is that too much to ask? Why can't you see that the only reason I do this is because I love you so much? I just want to make you happy, so why do you have to be - "
He put weight on her wrists now, putting pressure on both of her arms.
"- such a bitch about it?"
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Post by Halleigh Robinson on Jul 27, 2011 22:37:25 GMT -7
"You are not leaving"
“Excuse me?” Perhaps it was stupid, but the first real tendrils of fear were just now starting to show up. There was something in his smile, in his voice, that said he clearly wasn’t right in the head- but how the hell had he faked it so well for so long?
She made a noise as the ground suddenly rushed up to meet her and she found him sitting on her, and she snarled as she began to struggle to no avail. He had her legs pinned so she couldn’t do too much real damage, and her hands were tightly secured by his own- but that didn’t stop her from trying with everything she had to get free of him.
"Stop with the over reacting bit Halleigh, it isn't flattering. All I want is a simple apology, is that too much to ask?
“I don’t owe you an apology- now get the fuck off of me!” He was stronger than her, it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. Most men were stronger than her- but it was her own misfortune that she had chose to date one that was mentally unstable as well as strong.
Why can't you see that the only reason I do this is because I love you so much? I just want to make you happy, so why do you have to be - "
“This isn’t love!” She redoubled her efforts. “If it was, you’d let me go, you asshole!” When he doubled the pressure on her wrists she gave an involuntary squeak at the pain, and her rage only doubled.
"- such a bitch about it?"
Fighting with all she had left, Halleigh spit in his face. “LET ME GO!”
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Post by Cajun June on Jul 28, 2011 5:45:53 GMT -7
Was he different from the guy she first met? Oh, definitely. Or maybe the guy she first met was different from him. Considering the pattern, it seemed the latter was correct. Her pleading words of what love was 'suppose' to be had seemed to fall on deaf ears - up until she spat in his face and he let go of one wrist long enough to slap her.
The silence in the room that followed was deafening, his hand was still in mid air as he looked down at her and finally lowered his hand to his face to wipe the spit away.
"I love you so much, it drives me insane."
He actually got off of her, looking down at her face with a look of actual concern on his own.
"Oh dear, my precious Halleigh - I have hurt your pretty mouth. I'll fix you up, just wait here"
He left to go to the kitchen for ice cubes and a rag - if she wanted to leave, she would have her opportunity right then. The truth was, the only reason why he left her and gave the option was because he was testing her. He wanted to see, just how deep her loyalty to him had lied.
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Post by Halleigh Robinson on Jul 28, 2011 7:55:02 GMT -7
To say she was surprised didn’t quite cover how Halleigh felt after he backhanded her across the face. Her eyes stung from the blow, and she raised her now free hand to her lip, trying to comprehend the blood that came away. He had hit her? He had hit her. No matter how many ways she thought the words, they were jumbled, as if his blow had knocked loose her comprehension. This was Cajun, her boyfriend, didn’t he love her? How many times had he told her he had? But… he had just hit her.
"I love you so much, it drives me insane."
That look, the one he was giving her as he rose, was her Cajun. That was the Cajun she knew, so who was the other one? What was going on here? Love was not violence- Halleigh was sure of that- so what the hell had just happened?
"Oh dear, my precious Halleigh - I have hurt your pretty mouth. I'll fix you up, just wait here"
She needed to leave. To… go home? Halleigh’s head hurt, and she rose to her feet slowly. She had grown up in a household that, while chaotic, was definitely loving- never had she been taught that even one moment of violence was acceptable… so what was holding her back? She shook her head, instantly regretting that movement as it made it pound all the more, and picked up her purse once again, reaching out with her other hand to grab the door knob. She didn’t have time to make sense of this.
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Post by Cajun June on Jul 28, 2011 8:26:23 GMT -7
She should of made the decision quicker, if she had been smart she would of left the moment he disappeared into the other room. When he came out with the rag and the ice he was pleased to see her still at the door. Sure, her hand was on the door knob, but she hadn't ran out the door.
He walked over to her, and maneuvered his way behind her. He reached around, one hand went to her waist and the other pressed the rag against her lip as gently as humanly possible. He was showing her kindness, doing a completely 180 from how he had been only moments before.
"Come back to the couch, I'll turn on the fireplace and get us both a drink."
He eased away from her, replacing her hand on top of the rag that was on the corner of her lip. He slipped in between her and the door, putting both his hands on her shoulders as he looked at her. The look on his face was compassionate, a gentle smile on his handsome face. It was if he was wearing a mask in replacement of his own face.
"What can I get you? Tea, water, a glass of Jack's on the rocks? Whatever you wish, it is yours"
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Post by Halleigh Robinson on Jul 28, 2011 9:18:24 GMT -7
All too soon, he was back, and his hands were on her. Had she dreamt it? Had he really hit her? Yes, the pain in her head and her throbbing, bleeding lip said that he had- and Halleigh felt nothing but revulsion as he raised a hand to her face. Despite his gentleness, Halleigh knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped again. She stared at him blankly as he dabbed at her lip, her face devoid of emotion. She needed to get away- that much was clear, and becoming more so as her senses returned- but she needed to be smart about it. She couldn’t leave now without fear of him being even more violent, so for the moment she needed to play by his rules… and then she would bolt at the first opportunity.
"Come back to the couch, I'll turn on the fireplace and get us both a drink."
He moved her hand and she let him, careful to remain perfectly still so she didn’t provoke him again. She nodded just slightly at his suggestion, allowing him to steer her towards the couch, where she sat gingerly. She wouldn’t have enough time to run while he was ten feet away in the kitchen… better to slip out tonight when he was asleep, or to hit him over the head with something….
"What can I get you? Tea, water, a glass of Jack's on the rocks? Whatever you wish, it is yours"
“Water.” She responded stiffly.
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Post by Cajun June on Jul 28, 2011 9:51:08 GMT -7
There. That was all it took. Cajun was sure he had accomplished exactly what he had set out to do. Now he could keep her around long enough until he got sick of her, then he would toss her aside and break her heart like she was nothing - just like he had done with all the others. When you got so use to doing something it became like second nature. There was not a person in the world that could change Cajun's ways, the fact that this was even a "competition" between Richard and him meant little anymore.
“Water.”
He nodded, going to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. Though, by this point, he had expected her to try something stupid. He expected her to head out when he was asleep, or even try stabbing him in his sleep because it had happened before - so how was he going to remedy that? Enough tasteless and odorless drugs in her water to take down a small elephant.
The tiny pills had two purposes. They wouldn't kill her, of course not - that was the last thing he wanted. They would just cause her to sleep for a day or so and wake up not remembering a thing. Some called it a date rape drug, Cajun just called it 'shut the bloody woman up' drug. After all - he couldn't have her running off in the middle of the night could he?
He made himself his own glass of Jack's and came back with the water - handing it to her as he took his own sip. The ice cubes clanged next to each other and he looked at her with a slight smile.
"Feeling better?"
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Post by Halleigh Robinson on Jul 28, 2011 10:48:11 GMT -7
"Feeling better?"
“No.” Halleigh replied bluntly, giving him a disgusted look. She was supposed to be playing the good, obedient little girl, but sometimes… sometimes it was hard to hide your true nature, and Halleigh didn’t exactly have all of her wits about her right then. If she had, she never would have been stupid enough to take the glass of water from him.
She put the glass to her mouth and took a long sip, setting it down on the table and raising a hand to her lips, which were numb with cold from the ice. The blood wasn’t flowing so freely anymore, which was a good sign- she wouldn’t need stitches. But how the hell would she hide this? Makeup wouldn’t cover that particular rent up, and she doubted it was small enough to go unnoticed…
Maybe she could use tape?
Wait, where the hell had that thought come from? She didn’t mean tape, she meant… what did she mean? Glue? Right, that was right- no, wait…
“Cajun?” She frowned, her hazy gaze fixing on his face. “I don’t… I don’t feel so great…”
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Post by Cajun June on Jul 28, 2011 11:46:34 GMT -7
“No.”
Her honesty amused him as he leaned on the couch, pivoting his body toward her and holding his head up with the palm of his hand. He had put his drink down on the coffee table, watching her and waiting to see how long it would take for the drugs to take hold. A sort of.. glee had come over him when he watched her take a large gulp of the water he had given her.
It wouldn't be long now. His finger tips reached to brush her hair out of her face. Damn, she was a sight wasn't she?
“Cajun?”
"Hmm?"
“I don’t… I don’t feel so great…”
"You don't? Hmm... you don't look so good either. You should rest"
He had maneuvered his way close to her, bracing one hand under her back and another under her knees as he picked her up. The drugs were taking their affect and he was already carrying her toward the bedroom. A slight smile was on his face as he looked down at her, but there was something very menacing behind it.
Once they were in the bedroom he laid her down on the bed, leaning over her he begun to run the palm of his hand over the top of her head. For a moment, it almost seemed like he actually cared. Sure, a part of him did care, but another part just wanted to be the one in control.
"There, you just rest now. Everything will be alright, you are safe here with me. Just like always, Halleigh, just. like. always"
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Post by Halleigh Robinson on Jul 28, 2011 22:03:14 GMT -7
As he reached out to touch her again, Halleigh wanted to pull away… but she couldn’t quite make her body obey. It was a frustrating thing, really, to have one’s body disobey. It was like a war of some sort was happening, and she was disconnecting….
"Hmm?"
Had she spoke to him? She didn’t remember…
"You don't? Hmm... you don't look so good either. You should rest"
“Yes…” She breathed, her eyes closing as he picked her up. She could feel herself moving, almost weightless, like she was floating… but she could feel his hands, too. It was a false sense of flying, but she was reassured- he wouldn’t let her fall. She didn’t have any wings, she would never survive that.
"There, you just rest now. Everything will be alright, you are safe here with me. Just like always, Halleigh, just. like. always"
Yes…. Just like always.
She came to slowly, trying to find the strength to raise eyelids that felt like stone. Where was she? This wasn’t her bed, her bed was under the window and caused light to wake her up every morning as it streamed in over her face. So… what was this?
She finally opened her eyes and blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings. Cajun’s. She immediately relaxed, recognizing where she was… but where was Cajun?
“Hello?” She wheezed, her throat dry. “Cajun?”
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Post by Cajun June on Jul 29, 2011 20:26:39 GMT -7
Twenty six hours. That was as long as she had been asleep for. Lucky for Cajun it had been the weekend so there was no need to call anybody on Halleigh's behalf. Perhaps he had given her just a bit too much? Either way, he was sure she wouldn't remember anything that had happened and the swelling of her face was almost non existent.
Almost.
Every once and awhile he would pop in to check on her after he had risen for the day, to make sure that she hadn't left on her own and that she was still breathing. After all, he hardly wanted to kill her - he just wanted to teach her a lesson.
Lesson learned, apparently. He was leaning in the doorway when she finally awoke and called out his name. He quirked a smile and walked over to her - taking a seat on the bed as his hand carelessly ran through her hair.
"So sleeping beauty has finally awoken. I was worried you would never wake up. Are you feeling better? You passed out last night on the couch after we had a couple of drinks. I assume, maybe, you had a little bit of a stomach bug. Shall I bring you something to eat?"
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Post by Halleigh Robinson on Jul 29, 2011 23:00:09 GMT -7
Perhaps she shouldn’t have called out to him, because she was being peppered with questions faster than her groggy brain could deal with.
"So sleeping beauty has finally awoken. I was worried you would never wake up. Are you feeling better?
Did she feel better? Better than… when? Halleigh blinked a few times, coughing as her dry throat felt scratchy. She didn’t feel well, that was for certain. She felt like she had been run over by a truck, but had she felt that way recently? Apparently so, that he was asking about it. “I don’t feel so great, no.”
You passed out last night on the couch after we had a couple of drinks.
Had she? It seemed as good an excuse as any, Halleigh supposed… and why would Cajun lie about it? Better yet… why was she even considering that he would lie at all? “Did we? I don’t remember.”
I assume, maybe, you had a little bit of a stomach bug. Shall I bring you something to eat?"
Halleigh shook her head, feeling a lance of pain go through her skull as she did so, and she immediately stopped. “No… would you mind giving me a ride back to my car? I’m going to go home and lie down… If I am sick, I don’t want to give this to you.” She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Surely she’d feel better after sleeping it off in her own bed? She had never been much good at being away from home- sleepovers had always been something Halleigh had had little interest in as a child. She preferred the comfort and familiarity of home. “I left my car at…” She thought about it for a minute. “Merlotte’s?”
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