Katrina's POV

"WELL I FUCKING HATE YOU, TOO!" I screamed as loud as I could before I slammed the door closed.

My hands leaned firmly against the door as my head dropped, my heart beating hard in my chest as the urge to throw up hit me hard.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Well ... this isn't what I expected" Cha's voice sounded from behind me.

I quickly turned around to see her tucked into her bed, small reading glasses on her face, her hair pulled up into a high pony tail, a book in her hand.

I'm not sure what it was, but seeing her like that, alone in bed, reading some book brought tears to my eyes.

And before I could even force myself to cry on the inside like a winner, tears were streaming down my face.

"I fucked up" I sobbed horribly, as the tightness in my chest clenched like a knot.

Cha was out of the bed in front of me in a second, her arms snaking around me, as I stood in front of her dressed only in the bed sheet, my hair a mess.

She shushed me as she held me to her chest, "its alright Katrina, just breathe, what happened?" she asked as he held me to her chest.

The fucking tears wouldn't stop, though.

"I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked u-up" I continued to sob, that soul shattering feeling racking through my body.

My eyes closing as I dropped my head into her shoulder, these fucking tears not letting up, that scene just replaying on a horrible loop over and over in my mind.



Blue's POV

Well that worked out fucking perfectly.

I sigh as I look around the trashed room. Pillows were scattered and torn, the sofa was flipped over, glass all over the ground, and not to mention the giant ass holes in the wall.

It had all gone so wrong, so fast.

"Blue-"

"You can't fucking be serious, Katrina" that laugh I had thrown at her had been dark and evil.

She stood there in front of me, searching deep for an answer.

Something real breaking inside of me at the look on her face.

She clutched that sheet tighter to her chest, "Blue, this isn't about Rhett" she answered back, looking completely sick.

My whole body went rigid, "its about that fucking mind reader being in love with you!" I growled down at her, "do you like him?" I snapped back at her in fucking astonishment.

"I-I", Katrina stuttered.

She looked so unsure of herself, so confused, and I could feel the warring happening inside of her in the bond.

She was unsure of me.

When I was so fucking sure of her.

"Do you love him?" I asked her, the disgust clear in my voice as I looked down at her.

No words came from her, the girl who cannot keep her fucking mouth shut to save her life, stood in front of me speechless.

The pain was jarring on the inside of my chest.

I nearly stumbled back a step.

She had been mine two minutes ago.

"Don't do this to me" she hissed out, standing there before dropping down and picking up my discarded pants from yesterday. She threw them at me, before looking away as I slipped them on.

I could only stare at her. The face of the woman I loved, but it wasn't her. Not the fearless, overly opinionated woman who had somehow gained fully access to my heart.

I could only shake my head, "I thought you loved me" I choked out, it felt like she was delivering blows to my fucking face and I couldn't defend myself against them.

Against her.

She looked back at me, a torn expression on her beautiful face, "I do love you" she pleaded, her voice cracking.

"You love the both of us?" I asked her.

She shook her head, I could hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest, "I didn't say that-"

"YOU DIDN'T NOT SAY THAT! FUCK KATRINA!", I bellowed that small amount of sanity I had snapping at the love of my fucking life hurting me so deep.

The ring was in my hand.

Fuck.

All I had to do was fucking shove it on her finger, all I had to do.

And now she doesn't even know if she wants to be with me.

Fucking unbelievable.

"WHAT ABOUT ME, DAMNIT BLAKE! WHAT ABOUT MY HAPPINESS, DOESN'T THAT MEAN FUCKING SHIT TO YOU!" she screamed back, her voice cracking as the first sign of tears rolled to her eyes.

I couldn't fucking comprehend what she was saying, "I make you happy. We make each other happy".

She looked at me terrified, a look that I had never seen on her face when she looked at me.

Not even when I first kidnapped her, did she have the true sense to show just how terrified she was of me.

But now I could read it clear as day on her face.

"W-what if its different now" she asked.

It fucking burned.

It burned and festered and clawed and bleed in me.

I have no words for what it is that was aching so painfully fucking bad in my chest, but my best guess would be my fucking soul.

I wanted to beg her.

I could feel my knees getting weak, feel the need to go to my knees and beg her.

My whole body was shaking, vibrating, "what are you talking about?"

"W-what if ... what if me being happy, wasn't with you" she choked out, that terror still bright in her eyes.

No. No. No.

Not like this.

Not her.

Anything else but this.

I'd give anything else, any fucking thing but this, but her.

Horror clawed up my throat as I watched her.

She didn't want to be mine.

She was like everyone else.

Fuck if this shit didn't hurt.

I couldn't help the painful choke of a laugh, "you never fucking loved me, did you?" I looked away from her.

Because fuck did it hurt to look at her.

"Thats not true" she said, but I couldn't hear her. Didn't fucking want to hear her.

I scoffed, "I make you happy. I promise".

I hate how quiet my voice got. How painful it sounded.

How weak I sounded.

For her.

"What if .. someone else made me happy" tears were in her eyes now, and fuck if every word wasn't like a bullet to the brain.

"I'll fucking kill them", I didn't mean to say it. It was something dark that answered her, something in me that only thrived in her, with her love.

Something that would kill for it.

Her lip trembled, as I stood there watching and desperately trying to lock every muscle in place so I wouldn't turn around and go kill that fucking mind reader.

She sucked in a small gasp of air, "you'd do that to me?" she sounded about as broken as I fucking felt.

The pain was damn near crippling.

It hurt to fucking breathe.

What had I done?

Why?

Why did I let her in?

Why did I give a shit?

I shook my head at her, "I never should have picked you up off that ground", my voice sounded so devoid of any emotion.

But I needed it to.

The only fucking emotion I felt was utter heart break.

Me.

Fucking ridiculous.

Her whole face fell, like I had slapped her.

Like it was her in pain, and not me.

Like she hadn't just dosed my fucking soul in gasoline and threw a lit match on my ass.

She had thrown the first lamp at my face.

I won't lie. I tried to flip the sofa over on top of her, that was me. But I just wanted her to feel the crushing feel that was currently going on inside of me.

The room had quickly turned into a war zone, as we trashed the place trying to injure one another.

As we threw hurtful words at one another.

I shouldn't have said half the shit I did.

But fuck if she hadn't fucked me up.

Of all the shit, loosing her to someone else had been the furthest thing that I thought would end up taking her from me.

The bedroom door that she had gone storming out of fifteen minutes ago opened slowly.

I looked up, praying it would be her, so I could just fucking apologize.

So I could stop looking at this engagement ring, so I could put it on her hand where it belongs.

I look up, only to be met with Cha's face.

The anger that had been there seemed to melt off her face as she took in me, surrounded by a complete trashed room, sitting shirtless on a wrecked bed.

Her eyes shoot down to the engagement ring I had in my hands.

She slowly shut the door behind her, the glass crunching under her feet.

"Please tell me you were not about to ask her to marry you while you we are unofficially being held in this palace of horrors against our will" Cha sighed as he placed a hand on her hip and looked down at me in disappointment.

I couldn't even offer up a smart ass reply, "is she..."

"Currently sitting in the shower sobbing" she answered me, her eyes floating over my hunched over form.

Another stab to my fucking chest.

"I didn't mean-" I started only to cut myself off. I wanted to hurt Katrina, because she hurt me. In some fucking horrible twist of fate, the woman I had kidnapped had broken me.

Un-fucking-believable.

I sighed, "not surprised I was going to ask her?" I muttered drily to Cha as she walked closer to me.

She sighed as well, "I was in your apartment pretty much living with Katrina for the three months you were gone. I went through every thing you own. I found the ring day three" she snorted. "And the weird supply of TNT, that you keep in Nike shoe boxes" she shrugged.

I didn't look up at her.

"Come on don't be so ... ha- blue" she laughed at her own joke.

I didn't even have it in me to flip her off.

"I fucked up, I fucked it all up" I muttered out to her, the diamond the only thing I can look at.

"Blake, the entire time you were gone, she slept clutching your clothes ... the ones she didn't burn. She's taken some pretty crazy falls for you too... off of buildings. Katrina loves the air you breathe" she sighed as she sat next to me, her hands in my peripheral vision.

I burned my tongue, "she loves him" I choked out.

"And so what if she does?" Cha asks me quietly.

My whole body fucking hissed in pain, as I turned to look over at Cha's face, "should I just kill him?" I asked her.

She rolled her eyes, "you villains and homicide. No. You shouldn't. Blue Doom, what if she does love Rhett, or Corey, or hell even Daniel? Don't you love her?" she asked me.

"More than anything" I responded back, even though the words hurt.

She sighed, "you know my story. How I was trapped here with Raymond, how we fell in love... or so I thought, but he wouldn't let me leave. He wouldn't let me be free, be happy, without him" she sighed, "Doom, loving her just means you want her to be happy".

I groan out in annoyance, "I make her fucking happy".

Cha nodded, "I believe that. But you can't be the judge of that. Not for her, especially not with everything you've put her through recently. You lost major points with the Ira situation and the whole Cirron thing".

"What should I do?" I asked her, the pain still a steady drum on my body.

"First, I need you to stop acting like a bitch. Second, go get her, she's making me extremely worried with the whole showering thing, she's laying face down on the ground in there. Put the ring away, and when you do ask her again, maybe make sure its not in such a shitty environment. These are memories we are making, not nightmares" she snapped.

I stood up.