Trouble Maker (Hiro Hamada X Reader)

Chapter Twenty Eight: Him

Just wait until I get out of here, I'll make sure to shove my foot up your ass so deep it'll come out your mouth. Too brutal, I know, but honestly, she deserves so much worse than just that. I mean, she did kill my uncle Patrick, right? Honestly, I don't know whether I should be thankful or not. Then, after dealing with Abigail, I'll do the same to Hiro.

You seethed your teeth, narrowed your eyes, and with a menacing growl, you spoke, "You,"

You attempted to lunge at her and possibly overly overkill the auburn haired woman and slowly but very surely, only now did you take note how you were currently inside a cell with nothing but cement, darkness and obviously, you, as the lone captive. Your knees soon gave away and you fell on your knees with a painful yelp, hands grabbling the metal bars so tightly that your knuckles threatened to pop out from your skin.

"You know what I think?" Abigail started, raising an eyebrow to give an effect. Before she could continue her statement, you immediately interjected.

"We don't have the same damn mind, Callaghan. Of course I don't." You countered sarcastically as you rolled your eyes heavenwards.

Ignoring your rebellious response, she went on, "You really seem to belong there. I mean, animals are meant to be locked away and from what I can see, you're not far from being one."

"Oh my goodness," You began with an obnoxious change of tone, "Was that suppose to be some kind of weird joke because I am not laughing. You have really disappointed me with your lame ass joke then your lame ass face. But since I am feeling quite generous today despite the fact you have made me your prisoner, I will willingly laugh at your so called humorous joke. So, here I go," You faked out a cough, got in position and began your obviously fake and exaggerated hysterically laughing fit, even going as far as wiping a fake tear of joy from your eye and slamming your palm over and over your lap as your fake laughter prolongs.

"Oh my! That was so hilarious!" You bellowed with a convincing sarcasm, "You're so funny, Abigail!"

Then, realization hit you hard.

What kind of drugs did she give me to act like this? Or am I just having an over imaginative conclusion?

No trace of any emotion lingered on Abigail's face but then her common nefarious smirk crept back to her thin lines lips, exposing who she really was behind the sweet, innocent and beautiful facade you presumed she  harbored for who knows how long. "Did you know," Abigail parted her mouth after her slight pause, intending to continue her insult, but being the insensitive brat that you have always been, you interjected between her statement.

"No, not yet." You spouted with triumph smirk only for it to be wiped away when Abigail kicked the metals bars, her sharp heel digging into your forehead and pushing you down on the floor, crimson blood trickling down from the portion where you had been harmed.