A/N: Is it just me, or does 3rd person just suit this story better? L.J. Smith had it right the first time :) so far I haven't changed much, but you never know!
Enjoy!
Jenny couldn't sleep that night, or morning. There was no knowing what time it was. There wasn't a window or a clock in her room. After she got herself together, she crawled into bed, attempting to find some relief from all the stress she was getting from her own living nightmare. She couldn't, though. All she could think about was Julian, and whether or not he would be there when she woke. She knew he wouldn't let her have her way for long. She turned on my other side, shifting around to get comfortable. Julian, he wouldn't have hurt Tom or Dee, would he? Everyone would be okay, right? She turned onto my other side again. Go to sleep! She sat there for another fifteen minutes before giving up and groaning in frustration. She shoved the covers off in an annoyed motion as she got up and looked around. Might as well explore the beautiful prison when the captor wasn't watching every move. She narrowed my eyes for a moment, but only because she knew there was no possible way he wasn't keeping tabs.
When She looked around, there was door that she didn't notice before. She walked over and opened it to find a bathroom, one as big as her bedroom. It was beautiful. Everything was colored in a light, pink-champagne color. The mirror was one complete wall, from the floor to the ceiling. It seemed to big and intimate to be used for putting on makeup and making sure your clothes looked okay. There was a tub, round and white, bit enough for two, but no shower. It was placed in the middle of the large room, almost on a platform, being as you had two steps to get to it. Her heart skipped a beat as I noticed the sinks, two of them, side by side, next to the light pink toilet. Two sinks? What was he playing at? Was he expecting to stay in the room with her? Jenny's parents' bathroom had two sinks, and she had always marveled at how her mother and father could stay next to each other, all day, even when preparing for bed.
She didn't want that with Julian.
She looked at my reflection for a moment. Her hair was a giant halo of golden frizz from tossing and turning. Her clothes were dirty and wrinkled, and she considered for a moment why she couldn't fall back asleep. Jeans and a t-shirt wasn't exactly great sleepwear. But then again, any excuse was better than not being able to stop thinking about Julian. She looked up at her face again. She looked tired, worn out. Her cheeks were tear stained, the kind where your face becomes blotchy and red. Her deep green eyes were swollen and looked openly defeated. She rubbed her eyes again, annoyed, and opened the closet to keep her mind off things. It was filled with about a dozen different types of shampoo, all expensive and sweet smelling. There were also towels as soft as silk and other things like brushes, face wash, razors, and some lotions. She grabbed a wine bottle filled with bubble bath and sighed. A bath sounded so good right now…
She quickly glanced around, looking signs for anyone unwelcome. She peeked out of the bathroom door, still no one there. Okay, bath time.
Water rushed into the tub, sweet and pink. Surprised, she looked over and saw that there was some flower petals mixed into the tap water. She couldn't contain the smile that pulled at her lips at the site. He was obviously trying harder than anyone could to be romantic. At every corner, every detail, he was trying to make her think of him, or, more likely, of them together. Jenny sighed as she put the wine bottle down on the floor, taking in the luscious smell of the water, her mind back on the bath. She glanced around quickly again, then quickly stripped and got into the bathtub.
It was as if all the stress in her body was instantly washed away.
"Ahhh." She closed her eyes and, for a moment, didn't think about anything. She didn't worry about anything and her mind wasn't filled with thoughts of Julian. She simply relaxed.
There were bathrobes beside the tub, and after looking at the condition of her clothes, she decided it was better than what she had. She left the room, gathering her clothes and putting them on the nightstand. She turned around, realizing that Julian had also given her a cherry stained dresser. She walked over slowly, her eyes glancing around for Julian, then she quickly opened a drawer, as if something inside were to jump out. Her eyes widened with surprise, even though she shouldn't have been. Shirts made out of silk and satin, in every color she had ever seen were folded carefully on top of each other. She opened another. It was filled with a few jeans, designer, but mostly skirts and a few dresses, all beautifully bright and soft. She opened the last one, the one at the top, already assuming it was an underwear drawer, just like she kept at home. She wasn't disappointed. It was filled with bras and panties, all lacy and made with colors deep and dark. Reds, royal blues and purples flashed before her eyes, along with some black. She pulled a bra out, curious.
She dropped it back into the drawer, appalled. He knew her bra size too? She looked at a few more. All the same. She wasn't sure how he found out, but he must have been pretty confident. She sighed, pulling out some nightgowns she noticed. Her jaw dropped as she looked at them. They were lacy, v neck and small. She dug deeper, but could only find a nightshirt with shorts to match, the material sheer as the lace on the sides.
He expected her to sleep in shimmery, sexy, not to mention partially see-through, sleepwear?
Not going to happen.
She threw the bundle of lace still in her hands on the floor, fed up with what she had found. She felt like a plaything. Like a little girls barbie doll. The worst of it was, she had nothing else to wear, nowhere else to go. She had to accept what he gave her. She stared at the bundle of clothes on the floor. Every decision she would usually make is now his.
And he chose sheer pink with a ribbon across the waist.
She reluctantly put on the most modest bra and panties she could find. She wanted to explore the house, and couldn't do that in a bathrobe with nothing underneath. Jenny picked out a bright blue shirt and shimmied on a pair of jeans. She practically ran to the door, but just as she was about to open it, the handle moved before her eyes.
The door swung open, Julian behind it, holding a tray of food.
He looked around and raised an eyebrow at her. "You're up." he glanced at the clothes on the floor, then back at her. "You seem to have found everything without me."
"There wasn't much to find." Her face blushed as she quickly glanced at the drawer of bras left open. He smirked. "Why are you here? I don't want to talk to you or see you."
"I was bringing you this." He gestured to the tray as he set it down on the desk. "You haven't eaten in a while." She blinked at it. It was pasta with pesto sauce, one of her favorites. It smelled heavenly."Normally I would have asked you to eat with me in the dinning room, but I didn't want to disturb your sleep."
She stared at it for a moment, her stomach groaning at the sight. She was hungry. "Take it back. I won't accept anything from you."
"Are you sure you have a choice?" He smiled as he leaned forward, his hand outstretched to touch her. She stepped back. " You have only me, Jenny. Why won't you accept my love?"
"I don't love you, Julian. When will you understand that?" She walked over to the dresser. "And what about this? What is with all of these?" She picked up a handful of underwear. "And the two sinks in the bathroom? What are you doing, Julian? Do you think that I'll just suddenly let you be with me?"
He walked over and took a bra out of the drawer, letting it hang on one finger from the strap. "I wanted to dress you in the finest clothing, even undergarments. Are they not to your liking? I find them quite...tantalizing."He smiled at her narrowed eyes. "As for the sinks, yes, I do plan on sleeping in here. Eventually. Because I know that, eventually, you will accept me. Not that you have a choice in the matter." He smiled, wide with satisfaction. "We belong together."
She snatched the bra out of his hand. "I belong with Tom."
His smile stretched but his eyes narrowed. "I think you mean you were once with him, Jenny. You can only belong to one person."
"Well, it certainly isn't you."
He ignored her and walked over to the bed, laying himself on the covers. "You look quite the sight in those jeans, Jenny." He sighed with his eyes closed. Jenny was itching with annoyance. How could he be so calm?
"Can't you leave?" She said, fed up with this new game he seemed to be playing on his own.
"No, I'm afraid I can't. Not anymore."
