"That is complete and utter bullshit and you know it, Dray." She leaned back slightly. "I hate to break it to you but claiming some girl just to get rid of a guy is not just helping. You were jealous that he was flirting with me."
Draven scowled harder than ever. “I was not, I was getting him out of your hair. If you want them to treat you like a slut, Fine.”
"Whatever you say." She rolled her eyes with a smile before getting a small idea. This was completely stupid but stupid was kind of her thing so why not! She waltzed over to him and kissed his cheek lightly. "Thanks anyway though."
His lips tightened and he sent her an angry, emotionless smile before going back to pacing.
He shouldn’t have done that. Now she thought that he was getting jealous, which pissed him off. Not everything was about her!
She just smiled innocently before going back to her corner. What did he expect from a girl like her? She was in here for a reason! Her psychotic tendencies made her quite stubborn and she loved to watch her stubbornness piss people off.
Draven scowled. He had thought that she was different. Apparently, he was wrong. It just proved all the things he knew about girls. They were worthless and wanted only more, more, more.
Her smile eventually faded and her depression set in. Being used and abused by everyone she'd ever met changed a lot about her. Her mind was broken, her heart shattered, her body used. She just wanted someone she could talk to. Someone she could be friends with, maybe even more. Someone who wouldn't judge her on first appearances. She'd hoped he'd be the one. Guess she was wrong.
He had tried to get that guy to stop because maybe, just maybe, that could have made her his friend. He had never had real ones, and apparently, was never meant to. The moment he tried to, they thought he was jealous.
Could he blame her though? He literally called her his. What did he expect her to think? Jealousy, in her past, never ended well. While she teased him about it, she was secretly terrified. Whenever her exes got jealous, they beat her. She shrunk into herself in her corner. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me." She whimpered quietly, pulling her knees to her chest.
Draven didn’t seem to hurt her. Rage was pounding through him.
She curled up tighter, seeing how she might've pushed him just a little too far. She tried to blink back her scared tears but it was too much to handle. Even though she knew what happened when she pushed people, she did it anyway. She couldn't help it, it's what she did.
Draven growled low in his throat and punched the wall. There was no one he could talk to, nothing to burn, nothing to take his rage out on.
Except her.
But he wouldn’t do that. Deep down, he really did care for her, no matter how angry she made him feel. He took a deep breath and sighed, rubbing his face. The anger was gone, and there was nothing left in him except for a deep loneliness and exhaustion.
She buried her face in her knees, trying to stay as silent as possible so maybe he wouldn't notice her. If he forgot about her, he wouldn't hurt her. Right? "I'm sorry, just please don't hurt me." She whimpered quietly.
Draven turned slowly and saw her. He sighed. “Why would I hurt you?” It ceout harsher than he had intended.
She flinched, going silent. She was trembling, trying her best not to cry. She was stronger than this. So why did it scare her so much?
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “Why would I hurt you when you’ve done nothing wrong?” He asked in a softer voice.
"B-Because people always hurt me w-when I make them angry. I-I'm used to it b-by now." It was sad but true. After all the abuse she's been through, getting beaten was normal to her.
Draven groaned. He wasn’t good at emotions. “I’m not angry at you,” he said slowly, “I’m angry at myself.”
Why? Because you care? Don't worry, I'm used to that too. She went silent once again, wrapping her arms around herself. If she held herself tight enough, maybe it'd trick her mind into thinking that someone didn't hate her.
Draven rolled his eyes. If she wanted to keep pretending like he was a monster, he would let her. He was used to it.
She didn't want him to be the bad guy because he wasn't. She was. And she didn't want to bring anyone else down with her.
Draven picked at the scabs on the back of his knuckles and sighed, leaning his head against the bars.
"It's my fault, I know. I'm disappointing, I know. I'm just like everyone else, I know." She muttered under her breath. She was just another freak in the world. Not like it needed any more of those.
Draven ignored her. She would be better later… right? Maybe then he could apologize, but right now, he couldn’t.
A sudden banging on the bars brought her out of her thoughts. "Lighten up little lady. Or I'm calling Doctor Sterling." Mariah warned before walking back to her station. Ivy's eyes widened and she seemingly snapped out of her mood. The last thing she needed was a visit from Doctor Sterling.