Chapter 232: You Should Feel Sorry For Yourself
Chapter 232: You Should Feel Sorry For Yourself
Camilla
I groaned as I peel my eyes open against the brightness of the morning, my head turning to see a spread of large windows along the wall, their curtains pulled away as much as the thick fabric would allow. It was as though they had been intentionally drawn open to their widest abilities, not allowing an inch of sunlight to be prevented from reaching my protesting body.
Moving to sit up to close the damn thing myself, a rattle in my ear causes my body to freeze, my head whirling to behind me, or rather to the headboard I was connected to. At a single glance, I became all too aware of the house I was in, whose bed I was currently chained by a pair of handcuffs on my right left wrist.
"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me." I gape as I tug again, just to be met with the same stupid clatter of metal against wood.
"I am quite serious actually." A sensuous voice drags my attention to the left in front of me, my stomach flipping at who was sitting on the bed with me and his back leaning against one of the four thick posts around the mattress.
Right there at the foot of the bed, Domenico sat in a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt, one that hugged his frame too much for my liking. His expression was one of observant calmness and the kind that seemed to come so naturally to him. In combat with my angry glare, we made quite the combination.
"What happened to the sweet touches from last night?" I asked as I pulled some of the sheets over my body, becoming increasingly aware of the fact that someone had changed my clothing.
The old me would have felt embarrassed and flustered at the thought that he might have been the one that did it but now I was just pissed and ready to bite his head off the second the opportunity arose. A faint smirk appeared on his face in response to my question as his head tipped slightly to the side, my mind refusing to acknowledge the fact that action had my heart speeding against my chest.
"I have already made a mistake of trusting you once to not run from what is good for you." He draws and he pointedly looks at my right arm, the results of what happened the last time I ran.
"And anyways, having you chained to my bed is much more fun than me getting to clean up after more of your messes, don't you think?" He smiles, knowing the fact that being back here was getting to me.
Back in this stupid perfect mansion I once considered a home.
"I never asked for you to clean up after me." I scoffed as my gaze turned over to my newly bandaged arm, my skin free of the blood that had spilled from it only hours ago.
In lifting it caused the sheets around me to move, though my eyes were narrowing at the sight of many more bandages I had even noticed until now. The clothes I was currently in left my top half drowned in a hoodie, the new brown short ending at my mid upper thighs. There, I could see white gauze wrapped around both of my knees, a bandage at my ankles and two more around the balls of my feet. While the shirt hid it, there were bandages that wrapped the bullet wound on my arm, something sticky on the palms of both of my hands that felt like a kind of gel or cream that hadn't yet dried.
Domenico remained silent as I looked over myself inch by inch, noticing every bit of care he had offered or at least I assume he offered. As I felt my face heat, my eyes returned to him and I saw that his expression hadn't changed even with the new kind of anger that was coursing through my body.
"You had no right to…." I began once again, feeling cornered before his words cut mine off and demanding my attention and not letting it be the other way around.
"I had every right to take care of you when it became clear just how much you neglected to do it yourself." He said, leaning forward slightly as the smallest sliver of his resolve cracked.
I flinched as he grabbed onto the sheets around my body and yanked them too fast for me to fight back and baring me to him. Despite the clothes he put on in covering more than enough of my skin to make me feel comfortable, I kicked as he grabbed onto my one ankle, overpowering me much too quickly for my liking. Pressing his thumb to the arch of my foot, I winced and tried to pull away at the pain I hadn't expected to feel there.
"Why in the hell would you ditch your shoes in the middle of winter with this much snow on the ground?" He asked, putting my foot down just to keep it pinned there and looking at the scratches I had earned somewhere along the way across both of my knees.
"Do you not realize how close you were to getting frostbite in addition to the risks of infections you subjected yourself to?" He continued, my chest aching with how close he was to me right now.
If he got any closer, I think I might slap him for getting into business that had nothing to fucking with him.
"You know what, Domenico? I take back what I said last night, I am not sorry…"
"None of us could care less if you feel sorry or not. Not to be cliche but if you are going to feel sorry for someone, feel sorry for yourself." He said, moving off the bed as I watched him with absolute fury.
He was the one who chained me here and still had the audacity to speak to me like he had a stick shoved up his ass in my presence. It is not my fault he chose his room to keep me locked up in.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I growled, yanking at the cuffs again just to meet the same, infuriating resistance.
He silently shakes his head as he grabs what looks to be a bottle of disinfectant on the bedside table, along with a handful of tissue before moving back onto the bed. His jaw was set in a way that made me notice just how much sharper his features looked when he was frustrated, something I rarely saw from him when we used to be together. He should be frustrated because last night was nothing more than a temporary moment of weakness. The fact that they proceeded to handcuff me in addition to knocking me out was as insulting as it was ridiculous.
I had no plans to make this easy for him especially as he began to tug the right sleeve of my hoodie off my arm.
"No, if you are going to play silent then you can go fuck yourself along with every other arrogant, egotistic male in this household. " I fumed, trying to elbow him in the jaw for even thinking that he had the right to touch me.
When that failed and he just held onto my elbow instead, I moved to slap him and snapping whatever collectedness he had left inside. He moved as fast as a viper as he tugged me onto my back on the bed, pinning my one wrist beside my head as he hovered over my seething body. I could tell he was battling between shouting at me and just leaving entirely but what he actually chose to do was much worse.
"Oh, so now you throw a fit just because you are ready to finally talk. Interesting." He glared even as he looked down at how close his lips were to mine as he spoke.
"You should feel sorry for yourself because the Camilla I know would have never let herself get to the state you are in now." He said, holding me down as my hips tried to buck him away from me.
When my struggle ended with me nearly kissing him from how close he hovered, I stilled, not needing that kind of complication right now. It had been a few hours since I last passed out but he didn't seem like he had slept at all during that time. He did, however, seem to have the time to smoke, something I wanted to reprimand him for. At least turning the attention on him would avert just how close he was getting to a topic he shouldn't be diving into.
"You should feel sorry for yourself because if you could see the condition your feet are in underneath those bandages, I would hope to see you horrified because I am. You should be scared at how little concern you seem to have at the fact you were shot and have torn your stitches at least three different times now and haven't bothered to take care of yourself."
"Stop, Domenico," I said, twisting my head away as he shot him off me and letting go of my hand and trying to cover up the fact that like me, he was shaking with a lot more than just anger.
He didn't make me look at him but I did it anyway, sitting back up and awkwardly trying to fix the too loose hoodie overtop of my body.
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