Chapter 42 - Just Cut Others

The man wasn't fully dressed and only wore a pair of pitch black cotton pajama pants. Right above the pant line was a noticeable V that brought attention to his six pack abs.

His black hair was in disarray as if he had just gotten out of bed, however not an inch of tiredness could be seen in his narrow eyes.

As if energy had been transferred, the anger Rory had from the unsolicited attack on her mind, left her body and moved to Knox who was looking like he could commit murder.

It felt like her arm was being burned through from how furious his stare was.

[Subject is no longer intent on doing self harm, paralysis dropped.]

Rory dropped the knife with a clang on the tiled kitchen floor, regaining control over her entire body.

She glanced at her left hand, before unsteadily standing on her feet to face Knox.

It seemed like for some reason the nerves in her body were still slowly regaining control as some parts of her body still felt numb.

Any idea of running away was out of the picture.

She even had to lean against the counter for support to stand.

At this point in time, she couldn't help it, any happiness she had about getting her new computer parts was gone.

The day had been so hectic, she desperately wanted it to be over.

She was actually going to die this time.

After a tense quiet moment of eye contact, Knox moved, he didn't look at her and opened up a drawer.

His movements, as always, were calm and concise while he looked through the kitchen drawer.

"Sit down."

Rory blinked when she heard the low rumble of his voice. She almost couldn't tell if he was angry if it wasn't for the freezing cold atmosphere in the room.

Warily, she watched the man shift through the cabinet.

"Knox it isn't what it loo-."

The man paused, his eyes glanced at her and the room suddenly seemed to become darker.

"I said sit down." The Russian accent in his voice had gotten stronger.

She had just stabilized this relationship and it was already falling apart. She didn't even have the heart to argue with him anymore!

Her entire point of wanting to desperately live was the get revenge on Luke Edwards, but because of how troublesome Rory's life was, she didn't even have time to think about it!

Rory's heart felt stifled at the command. However, she could bȧrėly stand, she didn't have any reason to not sit down.

Her movement was slow as her body was still recovering from the paralysis, but with great difficulty she was able to sit herself on one of the stools in the kitchen.

Shifting through the drawer, Knox took out something and tossed a first aid box on the counter next to her. The sound of it skidding slightly on the counter before stopping was the only noise in the room.

Rory lifted an eyebrow in surprise.

This... is unexpected.

She reached to grab the first aid kit, but before she could pick it up another hand had already taken it.

[SCREECH!]

The first aid kit was opened.

"Kno-."

"Why?"

Rory's eyes jumped to Knox's when she heard his question.

She expected him to be annoyed after all no one wanted to work with a loose cannon that cut themself.

However, she didn't expect him to ask why?

That was too caring for him.

Rory's face was conflicted as she looked at him. Had she misjudged him?

"Out of all the knives in this kitchen. You used 'my' custom made one from France, to slice your wrist."

When Rory heard his statement she felt much more relaxed as that was just Knox.

Past that, however, she had no idea what was happening!

Why was this ice berg, uncaring person dressing her arm???

She was stumped!

"I wasn't actually trying to cut my wrist..." I was trying to cut off the entire arm... Rory mumbled without mentioning the second half as she stupidly watched the actions of the man in front of her.

Knox's grip on her arm tightened.

"You have five horizontal cuts on this wrist made on varying dates, including the one just added and one vertical one."

"Are you trying to say that all of those cuts were just accidents?"

The words caused lines on Rory's forehead. She wasn't getting out of this one.

"I don't care about what issues you have going on or what voices in your head you are yelling at." Knox said in a matter of fact manner.

"However, you brought my one million dollar knife collection into it and even used a knife that I use to cook."

The grip on her arm got tighter as he spoke and his movement of dressing her arm got more aggressive.

Rory grimaced in pain.

Who the hell even has a one million dollar knife collection??? That was worth nearly half of her previous company!

Seeing that he wasn't going to let her speak, Rory let him ramble on about how disgusting and vile it was the she would use his collection as he dressed her arm.

When some people were angry speaking only made it worse, also she didn't even know what to say about the current situation.

He was throwing a fit about his collection, yet thoroughly dressing her arm with bandages. His actions and his words just weren't matching!

Nearly finished, Knox wrapped her arm one more time in bandages before letting it go.

He had stopped talking as he threw away the empty bandage packages and placed the first aid kit back in the drawer.

"Cutting your wrist is one of the stupidest things you can do. If you are feeling pain why take it out on yourself just go find someone else to cut!"

Rory didn't know rather to laugh or cry.

While the advice was good intentioned, the solution was a bit worrisome.