Frozen(63)

My skin was burning with rage, and my hands hurt from squeezing them together so tightly.

Darcy stood his ground and didn't even flinch at my shouting.

"I'm here of my own accord, not because I was forced to come here," he snapped. "I'm fucking sorry, okay. I didn't mean any of what I said."

Bull. Shit.

"Yes, you did! You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it. I wasn't in the room, I didn't argue with you or make you say anything out of anger. A question was put to you and you answered it… Honestly."

Darcy lifted his hands to his face before he slid them around to his neck. "I didn't answer it honestly, I swear on me life it wasn't the truth."

I shook my head and listened to what my head was telling me.

He was lying.

"There you go," Darcy snapped at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows together. "What?" I asked.

"You already have your bloody mind made up. You always fucking do this - you don't give me a chance to prove meself to you. You blame everything on me and don't believe a thing I say!" he shouted.

Was that a fucking joke?

"When have you ever proved yourself to me?" I screamed.

Darcy dropped his arms from his neck and turned, walked over to my door and punched it. I jumped with fright, but kept my eyes narrowed when he turned back to face me.

"I thought I proved meself to you last night," he said, his voice low.

I stared at him blankly, unblinking. "I bared meself to you last night. I put meself and me feelings on the line. I thought you did too, then you showed your true colours this morning."

Darcy blew out a big breath and looked up to the ceiling. "What do I have to do to make you believe I was lying this morning?"

I swallowed. "You can't do anything." I turned around and climbed onto my bed. "Just… Just go away. Please."

I hated how much I wanted to kiss him or touch him in some sort of way, but I forced myself to turn and face my bedroom wall as I lay on my bed. I knew Darcy didn't leave because I could hear his fast paced breathing.

My bed dipped moments later and arms came around me as Darcy lay beside me and pulled me into him. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to waltz in here and touch me. I was grateful for his comforting touch though and I didn't realise how much I needed it until he snuggled up against me.

"I don't regret you, we weren't a mistake, and I do want you," he said, squeezing me with each pause in his sentence.

I squeezed my eyes shut as my tears flowed free. Darcy turned me to face him, and I opened my eyes and when I looked up at his handsome face, I cried harder.

"I d-don't b-believe you," I whispered.

I couldn't.

He was only saying this because of how upset I was, that was the only reason.

He didn't want me... not like the way I wanted him.

"I know you don't, but I've got all the time in the world to prove to you that I am telling the truth," he said then leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.

My tears fell and mixed in with our kiss.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds before we broke apart.

Darcy kissed my forehead and said, "I'm going to prove meself to you. I promise."

I looked down. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

Darcy placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my head up until I was once again looking at him.

"I don't," he said before he kissed the tip of my nose and climbed out of my bed and walked out of my bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

What was that?

Why didn't I scream or throw stuff at him when he kissed me?

Why wasn't I angry at him?

I frowned when I realised the answer.

It was because I was sad.

The sadness I felt, filled me completely and left no room for anything else.

I shouldn't have, but I held out a little hope that Darcy would prove himself to me, and even if he didn't I would keep the promise I made to him. I wouldn't go back to my old ways. I wouldn't hate him... I'd eventually be his friend if that was all I could be.

"I hate men," I muttered to myself then laughed.

It wasn't a hard laugh, or even a long laugh, but it was still a laugh and in light of the shit that hit the fan over past few hours I thought of it a progress.

I stood up from my bed and walked over to my full-length mirror. I shook my head at my white pump shoes, my snow woman onesie and my curly brown hair that spilled down over my chest. After I got dried and did my hair earlier I applied some waterproof mascara, it was needed, and some lip-gloss. I didn't bother with anything else because my face was flushed and rosy from crying so much, and no amount of make-up would have hid it so I didn't even try.

I opened my bedroom door and the smell of my mother's Christmas dinner hit me. I was surprised when my stomach didn't churn, but grumbled instead. I licked my lips and tried to remember when I last had a decent meal. At Darcy's we only ate tinned stuff, a bowl of hot cereal would have been a step-up - from the smell of my mother's dinner, this was going to be a massive upgrade.