The Lost Mafia Princess

20.)

One month later:

I sat staring blankly at the tiles in front of me.

The water had long run cold, yet I could hardly feel it. Hell, now that I think about it, I don't think I even turned on the hot water.

I felt so numb, I don't think I'd ever be the same.

Everything just took too much energy, I didn't want anything to do with it. Even school lost its meaning and interest.

I don't know how long I had been sitting there thinking when I heard the door of the bathroom burst open.

Bucky walked in, and saw me sitting on the floor with my arms wrapped around my legs.

He walks into the glass stall and shuts the water off before kneeling in front of me.

"Jeez baby, your lips are blue, how long have you been sitting in here?" He asks me as he lifts me from the floor.

"I don't know." I whispered, as he wrapped me in a towel before shrugging out of his coat and draping it onto my shoulders.

He sighs, "I need you to be honest with me. Have you had suicidal thoughts?" He asked.

I frown, "No." I replied immediately, as he sets me onto the bathroom counter.

"Then why the fuck have you given up living? Why do you sit there staring into the ground? Why don't you let me touch you? Hold you?" He asks me, anger plain in his eyes.

I frowned, "I thought… I didn't realize…" I whispered as my eyes filled with tears.

"No, you didn't. You didn't realize you were pushing me away because all you've cared about is what you feel." He spat at me.

I felt something flare inside me as he angrily stared at me.

"Fuck you!" I growl back.

He smirks, "Did I hit a nerve, little girl?" He asked me.

"Go to hell!" I growled as I hopped off the counter, pushed him away,  and tried to leave only for him to grab my arm.

"Do. Not. Walk. Away. from me." He growls.

I gave him a cold smirk. "Or what? Are you going to spank me? Huh? Are you going to fuck me?" I asked challengingly.

His face turns hard. "Maybe."

I scoff, "Right." I mumbled as I pulled away from his grasp.

Before I can comprehend what's happening, he has me on his shoulder, and is walking towards our bed.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Put me down, you Neanderthal!" I growl pelting his back with my fists.

He smacked my rear, as he walked, "Be quiet. You want to act like a brat, then fuck it, I'll treat you like one." He says as he drops me into the bed.

I try to crawl away but he quickly grabs my ankles and pulls me towards him as he pulls out a pair of zip ties from his pocket, setting them down on the bedside table.

Before I can protest, he has me on his lap.

"You think you can act like a brat and I won't fucking do anything about it?" He asked me.

"I'm not acting like a brat." I growl as he smacks me rear.

"Don't talk back or I will hit you harder." He warns as he did it again.