Misery Is Sweet

Chapter 17 New Demands

Kristoff's POV

I observe Meika smiling at me as she walks away slowly, this creates a small smile that I hate sharing because she is in pain and this is nothing to smile about. But her smile has always been contagious to me no matter how mad I am.

I watch her fingertips cover over her mouth, before tilting forward to expose those pink petal lips in a pucker. She blows her sweet kiss my way and this makes my smile bigger than before. She tops this nice gesture off with a wink before finishing her walk away from me and out of the roof's door, leading back into the building.

Once she leaves she seeming takes the light and happiness with her as I feel the stresses hitting me like the biggest brick wall out there. I let out a deep breath as I turn around and away from the door. I hate this.. why does this devil of a man have to torture her like this.. this isn't fair.. we just want to be happy together why is that so hard?

I find myself instinctively hunched over, leaning against the edge of the roof holding onto it with my death grip, not knowing what to do next. I can't believe that a man would hurt such a sweet woman like this, and it's not even just any man it's her family.. her brother.. this world is so messed up and makes me start to build a hate inside of me for not just anyone who would treat someone like this.. but anyone who would hurt my lady like this.

Before I know it, I feel a cold on my cheeks so I reach up and put my fingertips to my cheek to feel that they are wet. I look at my hand and slowly figure out I have been crying for not just her but myself.

I do love this girl and my subconscious feelings make me believe just that. I don't want anything else bad to happen to her because of me.. the longer I'm with her the worse she will be hurt... it's like I'm some sort of disease, affecting everyone negatively around me.. and worse yet hurting the one person I never wanted to hurt ever.

So do I stay with her, just ensuring her to get hurt worse? Or do I leave her and hurt the both of us for a little bit? maybe forever.. but this has just started for us... I know how strong my feelings are for her already, but there is no way that she feels like that about me... I don't care if I get hurt just as long as she is ok.

"Crying already.. for her? That's so disgustingly sweet.. and pathetic." A mocking tone from behind me, leaves from the one man's mouth, that I want to murder at the moment... So poking this bear is not in his best interests. I hear the thumps from his feet inching closer.. with every step closer he takes, the hotter my blood boils for him because a snicker accompanied each step as if it was a beat he was walking to, making me madder than ever before.

Once he sounds like he is close enough, I flip around quickly and grip his neck in my hand so tightly, that I could severely hurt him right now if I wanted to. I'm in a tunnel vision, letting my anger get the best of me as I squeeze harder and harder around his neck, cutting off the air to his body as he gasps for air.

I could end this torment for her right here right now and my lady would never have to deal with him ever again. But that's not me, no matter how mad I am... I can't do this because I would never be able to live with myself if I did. I keep staring deep into his eyes and I think he knows what's going through my head and how easily I could do this.

But as the men quickly surround me, I realize once again that this boy is not a man and has hired men to solve his problems for him. I start to loosen my grip as I hear a clicking from a gun being c****d behind my head. I let out a deep breath and dropped his neck from my grip.

"Why are you here?" I spat at him as I use our close proximity to push him away from me. Putting some distance between us, before I get myself killed from wanting to hurt him from all the anger wrapped up inside of me about ready to burst out. "I own the place.. and everyone in this shith*le.. now I need to know what you're planning on doing with my sister."

"How much of our private conversation did you hear? You're like a f*#king cockroach, popping out of the woodwork. This has nothing to do with you and it's none of your business what I want with her!" I yell at him as I find my feet moving on their own until I'm back in his face again.

He is smiling now as he states right back to me. "I am like the cockroach, I'm everywhere, with eyes and ears in the most unsuspecting places, and believe me this stupid situation has everything to do with me because she is MY sister and this is MY business." He snaps his fingers as his men instantly grip my arms into theirs, holding them back so I have no way to defend myself. I try to fight their hold but the more I struggle the tighter their grip gets.

He quickly punches me in the face, throwing my head to the side but I don't move at all with the mass amount of huge men holding me in place. He laughs just to hit me again and all I can do is just take it. "Now answer me, what are you planning on doing with my sister? I really hope it's not the stupid decision to try to save her from all this."

"Why can't you just leave us alone? If you let me run away with her, then she would be out of your hair... you would never have to hear from or see us again... wouldn't that make you so much happier than having to see her every day?" I try to negotiate as he laughs at my expense once again, making sure to seal in the hurt by kneeing me in the stomach.

"What don't you understand about the fact that I will torment her no matter where she goes? She is my toy.. are you hard of hearing or just hit in the head one too many times?" He mocks me as I shake my head trying to pull on my arms just to earn some more kicks and hits. "She is not a toy or something you can torment, she is a beautiful human being that deserves the best in life."

He keeps laughing at my expense as he paces back and forth in front of me. I feel my body getting heavier from weakening after all the hits and kicks I have received. "She is not special, at all.. she is trash but she is my trash to mess with and I won't let you take her from me." He spats kicking me in the face as I spit a mouthful of blood out... But as I hang in the men's grip I can see the deep ruby red puddles under me and I think from the white in the blood that means there's a tooth in there. I find myself staring into the puddles, dazing off... I don't know if it's the angle I'm hanging or the beating I'm taking but the lightheadedness is starting to affect me. I'm pulled back to the reality of the torture I'm enduring as Craig takes my chin into his hand to make sure I'm looking into his eyes.

"I will make sure that you two don't work out... I will send my best men to hunt you both down like the stupid f*#king animals you are if you don't stop this... I don't care what happens to you.. but I won't let you save my sister from this.. she is getting what she deserves and no matter where she goes I will send the best of the best tormentors, after her... I don't care." He spits these words out just as easily as the actual spit from his lips that's being flung onto my face.

These words enrage me in a way I never expected, I'm absolutely infuriated. He knew what buttons to push to get under my skin and has been playing them like a keyboard. I pull and tug on my arms, trying to get to him, just to kill him like I should have done before when I had the chance.. but of course, his plan is working perfectly because the hoard of guards won't let me get near him.

I keep fighting their hold and by the alarming look on his face, I think he knows I really want to kill him now. So he snaps his fingers and steps back as the hoard of men hits and punches me anywhere their fists can make contact. I groan and grunt in pain not knowing if there is any way I can get out of this. I feel my body hunching over even limper than a wet noodle.

"Just leave her alone," I beg of him as he laughs at my expense. I get sucker punched in the face as I spat blood out onto the ground again making the puddles so much bigger. He leans closer as he puts his hand to his ear, "I'm sorry what did you say? I couldn't understand your words because of the slurring from my men f*#king you up. So maybe you should think twice about what you say to me maggot." He spats at me before standing back up. But I won't let him intimidate me like he thinks he is.. he is just lucky his men are here to save his ass right now.

"Leave her alone!" I state louder than before, not begging but demanding from him as I watch his body slowly turn around to stare at me for a long moment. He walks closer before puffing out his chest over the top of me, trying to be intimidating.

"Things are going to keep getting exponentially worse if you don't stop seeing her. I told you this before and yet you didn't believe me.. and look at what you caused to happen to her because of your insolence." He declares as if I did this to her... I know my hands never layed on her skin like that, but he is still right that this is partly my fault. I feel the guilt hitting my heart making it clench from his hard-to-hear words... But I do know this is partly my fault, no matter how badly I don't want this to do anything with me. The truth really hurts.

"I... don't want to stay away.. she is everything to me... I.. just... I love her and I have for years." I confess to him with so much hurt laced in my words. That now has activated the tears to fall once again, showing my true emotions to this emotionless monster. Just hoping there is a sliver of a heart in that puffed-out chest... Hoping he can see into his 'heart' for not just me but his sister. He kneels down in front of me as he lets out a deep breath, actually looking like he is thinking about my words. I keep staring at him in anticipation of what could come in response to my honesty.

"If you... really love her.. then you won't let her get any more hurt than she already has been... you cannot meet her here tomorrow... you cannot run away with her.. or speak another word to her.. if you do then I will kill her.. or maybe I'll just ban her from being a working girl... I haven't decided just yet if I'll let my men have her or not.. but the only thing you can do for her is love her from afar.. you have to leave her be, to move on.. on her own.. I have eyes and ears everywhere so I will find out if you talk to her again.. and if you do, then she is done. So it's your choice to decide how much you really love her.. by sentencing her to torture or death... or just leaving her to heartbreak which would heal over time.. your choice. But I have already told you your options and what you decide next will determine what I do next... So take this with you to help you think." He spats at me as he snaps his fingers again, just staring at me as his men hit, kick, and beat the living hell out of me until they drop me to the ground on top of the blood puddles, as I see blood pooling out from my mouth and maybe head.

I feel him pat the top of my head. "Now it's come down to your love.. or her life.. your choice.. take tomorrow off to make sure you really think about this.. to make the right decision. But just know I will not only be watching you but her as well.. have a great night, it was a pleasure talking with you." He spats at me as he kicks my shoulder to push me onto my back. I hear the men leave as the door shuts behind them.

I try to get up but cringe and groan in pain. So I give up, just laying out on the roof, staring up at the dark sparkling sky. The stars shine bright, scattered across the deep, dark, abyss of endless sky, glistening in every bit that I can see. I suck in a deep breath just letting my mind take over thinking about everything tonight. I don't know what I'm going to do.. But either way.. it's going to hurt.