Ophelia knew all too well that coming that Alice was a soft spot for Declan. He may not love her anymore, but that didn’t change who she was to him. She was still his wife and that still held a certain higher standing then being the other women. That was partly the reason O could never fully let him in, because there would always be Alice. He grabbed her arm roughly whirling her back to face him and his grip was so tight her skin burned under his grip and not because of his touch. She could already feel the bruise forming, however she reminded fearless as she held his eyes.
"You think you're hot shit, don't you Ophelia." He smirked darkly holding her eyes, the gun now in his hand. Her jaw clenched as she held his eyes with her own dark ones, her eyes full of hatred. "You're not fooling anyone babe, you're just a broken little girl." he hissed his words, jerking her closer with his grip.
They’d fought a million times before, his words had never really hurt. Only this time was different. His eyes weren’t faded and he wasn’t intoxicated. He was sober and he meant what he was saying. She knew she was broken, but no one went around pointing it out, somehow hearing it out loud coming from him, felt like she’d stabbed her in the chest and she couldn’t help but wince wanting him to stop.
"I can make your life hell too you know. I can put you on solitary and keep you so doped up you won't even be able to hold a fork without help." He hissed, raising a brow and as badly as she wanted to look away she held his eyes proving to him he didn’t scare her. "If you ever cons back here again, I'll make sure they lock you up so tight, you'll never leave your fucking room." He spat shoving her roughly towards the door like he couldn’t stand her and the bitterness in his voice pissed her off. Most girls would normally cry when someone hurt their feelings, Ophelia turned into a raging monster. "Now get the fuck out of my house." he spat.
Ophelia didn’t fight at first she turned like she was leaving, glancing over her shoulder as soon as he turned his back to her to walk away she moved quickly ripping the gun back from his grip and putting distance between them, aiming the gun at him this time, her finger applying pressure to the trigger and she had every intent to pull the trigger.
“You don’t have control of me anymore Declan…not full control.” She breathed a smirk on her black lips. “Dr. Wells, like fucking me too much to let you lock me away.” She said knowing the mention of the other doctor would piss him off. “You don’t know a damn thing about me…stop acting like you do.” She breathed her finger still on the trigger. “You know what I’m like in bed, you know how to fuck me and make me feel good.” She said simply. “But, you don’t really know me. You know what I’ve told you and what you’ve read in my file…that not the half of me babe.” She wanted so badly to pull the trigger but something was keeping her from doing it. She tossed the gun onto the counter.
“You think I don’t know I’m broken?” Her words were ordering almost. “Nice insult sweetheart at least I know what I am, you hide behind a fucked up perfect life. Your no better than I am your just as broken babe.” She spat. “Go fuck yourself…I’m done.” She
They’d fucked for a long time, when Micky wanted to stop for drugs he didn’t let her. He pushed her and pushed her. He fucked her probably harder then he should have. It was incredible. He’d slept with his wife since Micky had left but it was nothing like being with Mickaela. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her until he was with her. He desperately wished he hadn’t have messed up so bad that he couldn’t have her outside the wall of the hospital. He wanted to stay the night with her, every night.
He sighed when she finally rolled off him. He pulled her to his chest. He let the silence fall between them for a long moment as he heard nurses start to walk the halls, knowing he had to leave soon. He lit himself a cigarette taking a long drag off of it before placing it between her lips.
“I missed you so fucking much babe.” He breathed out a breath of smoke. “I love you Kayla and I know you don’t believe me.” He said glancing to her. “I’d take everything back to have you on the outside again.” He said honestly. “Listen I know you’re going to fuck around with Dean and I can’t stop you from doing that…” he sighed sitting up and running his fingers through his hair, quickly slipping back into the man Fiona knew. “I just wish you wouldn’t.” he shrugged as he stood up.
He grabbed his clothes slipping back into them, trying to make it look more like he’d been talking with her then fucking her. He pulled out his cell phone having several missed calls from Fiona, before reading a text from her that said he’d missed Ashlynn’s dance recital. “Shit.” He breath running his fingers back through his hair again. He walked back across the room kissing her forehead.
“I’ve gotta go…I hate doing this to you.” He sighed. More than anything he hated leaving her right after sleeping with her because he knew it made her feel the same way as every other guy had. He felt like shit because it made him no better than the guys her brother had sold her to. “I’m sorry.” He whispered holding her eyes.