Blue's POV

I stopped in front of the shower door, watching the freak of nature woman I am in love with, laying face first into the bottom of the shower.

I sighed as I swung open the door, turning the water off.

She still had the bed sheet wrapped around her, her hair was soaked as the sheet clung to her wet body.

She let out a small whimper, before turning her head to look up at me.

Her eyes widened like a caught animal, before she quickly threw herself back and sat up against the back of the shower stall, her eyes wide, puffy, and red as she blinked up at me.

I'd never recover from her.

I sighed as I walked into the shower stall and sat down on the opposite wall from her. My long legs bent, as I looked down at her. The shower door closing behind me.

We just stared at each other.

No doubt pain flashing in both our eyes.

She looked away for a second, the back of her hand rubbing across her face, before she turned back to me.

Fuck me and fuck this.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled out.

Like chewing fucking pebbles.

She blinked over at me in pure distrust, "why are you apologizing first?" she sniffed.

I gave her a dead look, the pain pausing slightly, "because you're an ugly crier" I sighed, watching in wonderment as her lips twitched as she fought a smile, the pain momentarily erased from her face, "-that and ... I didn't mean any of the shit I said" I finished quickly.

This woman was fucking ruining me.

She looked momentarily stunned, "I didn't mean what I said either" she muttered back.

I fought the small smile that wanted to come to my face.

I had let her in too much, way too much if she had wrecked me so horribly with this. I can't afford it anymore, can't allow her in, even if I have to hold her back.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said your dick was little" she mumbled.

Yes. That argument had escalated to new heights.

"I shouldn't have said you tits were lopsided" I reply.

"I shouldn't have thrown the lamp".

"I shouldn't have tried to crush you with the sofa".

"I shouldn't have thrown the second vase at your head ... and hoped that the glass embedded into your skull" she tacked on.

I fought my lips tugging into that easy smile she brought out in me.

"What was the first vase suppose to do?" I asked her.

She coughed a laugh, her voice still thick from crying, "Momentarily blind you" she coughed out a laugh, as I snorted at her.

The silence fell again.

"I really do love you-" she started but I quickly put my hand up, trying to block her words and stop her from saying them.

I couldn't take it.

I can't hear that from her.

"We shouldn't say that stuff to each other" I sighed my head dropping down to look at the tile and not her face, "you don't know how you feel, and I shouldn't have attacked you because of it. But lets not ... lets not say that to each other" I choked out.

Ever again.

Those two words seemed to hang in the air.

I could practically taste her wanting to ask me.

But I wouldn't have an answer for her, not one she would like.

I wanted her, excruciatingly bad.

But she didn't know if she wanted me, and I cannot take that.

"Blu-"

I cringed at the name, the one she had come up with. That I only let her call me.

"You should get dressed. We have shit to do, and Klaus has called me twenty times, maybe they have some information that can help us. But we have to get ready to get out of here first. I meant what I said when I promised I'd get you out of here. Protect you" I quickly said looking up at her.

She looked torn and hurt again.

And I wanted to fix it.

But, who the fuck am I to?



Katrina's POV

You stupid, stupid, stupid, bitch.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I mean seriously?

...Besides the small case of Stockholm Syndrome, and a dash of too much confidence, what in the hell is wrong with me?

Why didn't I just say those words back to him.

Why didn't I just say that I didn't care about Rhett.

Was it a lie?

Do I care about Rhett?

I hadn't known him long, but he was nice and kind.

But it was really something that he had said, one of his words just snagging in my brain over and over again.

Something that he had implied, that had shut my system down, made me second guess myself.

I looked over at Blue, his pants getting wet as he sat on the shower floor with me, just staring. Waiting.

I could already feel him pulling away from me.

He'd never show anyone, and would die before admitting it, but I had wounded him horribly.

About as much as I had wounded myself.

The cringe on his face when I said I loved him, was enough to make me want to drown myself in the shallow puddle at my feet.

Or the wince when I had tried to say his name, forcing him to cut me off.

He couldn't even bare to hear me call out his name.

Like stab wounds to my fucking heart.

What in the hell had I done.

And why?

He stood then, looking down at me from his tree like height.

He seemed unsure, before he finally put his hand down for me to grab.

I didn't hesitate as I slipped my small hand into his big one and pulled myself up, with his help.

I still had this stupid sheet draped across my naked body as I stood chest to chest with him. Just staring up at him.

My eye burned again, before I just stepped into his chest, my face crashing into strong muscle as I wrapped my arms around him.

I know what he said, and I knew he was trying to distance himself from me.

But fuck if it didn't hurt.

And even though he was pulling back emotionally and mentally, all I could do was force him to stay with me here physically.

His body tightened as he froze, but no more than a second later he relaxed, his arms wounding around me, crushing me more into his chest.

My fucking tear ducts having a fiesta party into his warm naked chest.

"I-i'm so fucking sorry. I d-don't know whats wrong with me. I don't know what happened" I sobbed, horribly into him.

His arms tightened around me, as I cried, wet in the shower like a little bitch.

Low point, people.

Low fucking point.

But I can't fucking help it.

I don't know why I couldn't just say it to him.

Put his fears to rest.

"What do you want me to do, Katrina?" he sighed, as he tucked me closer to him, his warmth like a blanket as he held me.

I had no clue.

No clue what I wanted anymore.

I just knew that something was raging in me.

Something that had refused to let me say those easy fucking words, so that he could look at me that same way he had in that bed.

When he had been making my heart shit itself.

Thats all I wanted.

But then why couldn't I fucking say that I didn't give a shit about Rhett?

What was it?

So I said the first thing that was on my chest. The thing I was most terrified of, more than anything.

What I had been sobbing about for the past twenty minutes like a little bitch for.

"Just don't leave me" I cried.

My biggest fucking fear.