<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Her chin was once again in his hands as he tried to force her to look at him, but she only turned her eyes the other way. Carlos let go of her chin in frustration and grabbed her hair instead, pulling it some. She gave a whimper and her eyes darted to his face, disliking the way he was pulling her hair.<span style="font-style: italic">"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,"</span>Carlos stated. Lea glared at him for a moment, averting her eyes once more and he pulled her hair a bit more, shaking her some and forcing her to cry out and look back at him.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"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/>With that, Carlos let go of her hair only to return his hand to her neck, pulling her from the bed and roughly taking her to the bathroom. She stumbled as she tried to keep up and suddenly she was shoved into the small room.<span style="font-style: italic">"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>he instructed coldly as he closed the door. Lea immediately locked it and looked around the room, disappointed to see there were no windows. He was asking for a lot if he didn't think she'd cry. Already the tears were streaming, but she turned on the sink water to keep her sobs from being heard.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, she wiped her tears and splashed her face with water. She didn't have anything to sleep in but the clothes she had on currently and frowned. She looked around the room and found a thin robe. It looked like it had been around for many years, but it was clean. She supposed the motel used to be a more established business back in the day, but now it was a hole in the wall. She stripped and put the robe on, tying it tightly around her frame. She folded her clothes, setting them on the counter, and the stared at the door, hesitant to come out.<br/><br/>She finally did open the door though, coming out of the room quietly and carefully. She went out of her way to leave a wide distance between her and Carlos, trying to walk around him and to the other side of the bed that he was sitting on. She kept her eyes on the floor nervously and then finally sat down on the bed, their backs to one another.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Can I sleep now...?"</span>she asked softly.