<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos saw her avoiding his eyes, when she stated that she wanted to sleep. He could have let it slip, but he wasn't in the mood to allow her any defiance. She had to learn that she had to follow him, until he was sure that she had managed her past and wouldn't try to destroy herself again. He gripped her chin again and turned her face, so that her avoiding eyes had to look at him again. She quickly turned them to the other side and Carlos let go of her chin and grabbed her hair, pulling it softly to get her attention.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"Stop trying to fight me, Lea. You hate me? Good, hate is a catalysator. You don't want to look in my eyes, because they aren't the worried and tender ones you have once seen watching you all day? You fear my cruelty and the coldness in my eyes? Good. But you look at them anyway when we speak or when I speak and you don't even want to listen. YOU DAMN LOOK AT ME! And if you hate what you see in them, then start to come to terms with your miserable life. If you start to regain control over your life, then I stop treating you like the shit you have become. That's the quintessence of what I will do, Lea. You behave like shit you are treated like shit. You work on your problems, you get my help. You have managed to turn your life around, you get your life back from me. Understand that you are calling the game here. But I will not make it easy for you. And I will not for one second accept your escapes. You escaped too long, it is time you deal with your damn life."</span> <br/><br/>His hand let go of her hair and gripped her neck instead, lifting her up with him, pulling her from the bed. He shoved her in the tiny bathroom.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Five minutes, no tears, no scene or you will get a taste of the same hard piece of meat you had tasted already once today. Time is running, Lea."</span><br/><br/>He closed the door behind him and sat down hard on the bed, putting his face in his hands. It wasn't easy to him to treat Lea like that. He wanted to be soft and tender with her, but he knew that she would only use him and return to her world of pity afterwards. Giving her no chance than to deal with her problems was the only way he saw to turn her around. But it forced him to act far worse than he wanted to act. He liked to have control, he liked it rough in sex, but he definitely didn't like to treat the woman he loved like the worst piece of shit, like some desillusioned junkie and whore...even if Lea was damn close to that state now.</div>