It was the sunlight through the window that woke me. I sat up and rubbed my arm of that tingling, numb, pins and needles feeling from laying on it. I pulled the needle from my numb hand and put some pressure on the puncture… I fell asleep while sewing. I can't believe I fell asleep while sewing. I must have been tired. I looked over at my bed; Jeff was still asleep. Good…. He'll be able to heal properly. I stood up and opened my closet, looking though my clothes. I picked a long sleeve white button down shirt with a ruffled cravat and ruffled cuffs and a black high waist skirt with corset style embellishment from waist to hip. I took a white petticoat and white opaque tights out from my dresser, along with boy short-style bloomers and a clean bra. I took them into my bathroom to change.
After I changed into my clothes, styled my hair into high pigtails with small black satin and lace bow pins clipped to them, and took out a blood red and gray cameo rose brooch to pin to my cravat, I started to do my make-up. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, tracing the scar that was under my left eye. It was a long scar that started above my eyelid and ended on my cheek. The part that came under my eye to my cheek was more noticeable than the part above my eyelid. I hated this scar. It was ugly, and no matter how much make-up I use to cover it, I feel like the world can see it. It was my stepfather that gave this scar to me. I took some concealer and started to dab it heavily on my scar. Blot it out, along with the memories.
After I finished my make-up, a light even peach and silver eye make-up with rose blush and frosty pink lip gloss, I checked up on Jeff. He was still sweating. I gently took the cloth from his forehead and dampened it again. He stirred as I wiped his cheek; his eyes parting and focusing on me. I smiled softly and gently caressed his face with the cloth. I looked at his eyes. They were a striking icy blue, almost indistinguishable from the whites of his eyes, if not for the dark ring around his irises. He stared at me as I cleaned his face and I just sat there, not knowing what to say. I bit my lip.
"How are you feeling, Jeff?" I said softly after a while, dipping the cloth back into the basin and checking his I.V. It was almost empty. I stopped the drip and began to change the bag, feeling his eyes on me the entire time. He was making me nervous, and I tried to keep my hands from shaking.
"…Who are you?" he said hoarsely as I hung up the new bag. I took in a deep breath and looked at him.
"My name is Liu Valentine, and I'm here to take care of you. You have a bad fever; most likely influenza. You were also heavily drunk, which didn't help either. I brought you to my home and cleaned you up. Don't worry, you can stay here until you recover. I promise you, you'll be safe here." I brushed his hair out of his face. He grabbed my hand roughly, crushing my wrist in his grip. I winced.
"…Who the fuck do you think… you are…" he said, his voice dripping with anger and malice. "You have no god damn business to fucking interfere…. And I know damn well I don't need this shit from a fucking kid….." he sat up and pushed me away. I stumbled back, but I caught myself. He rubbed his eyes, his eyes adjusting to the light in the room.
I was livid. Not only did I risk everything to keep him safe, but he called me a kid! I hate that so much. He is the LAST person I would allow to call me that. That was it, no more miss nice girl. I shoved him back onto the bed and sat on top of him, straddling his arms and chest. I bent down so that we were eye to eye.
"Listen here you little turd, I could have let your ass die out there in that damn cemetery for all I care, but I didn't. You know why? Hell if I know either! But I'll be DAMNED if some psychopathic nut job like you walks all over me!" he growled and started to push me off, but on impulse I slapped him as hard as I could across the face. He looked at me, eyes wide with shock.
"And another thing, you shit stain, there are a few things I will not tolerate as long as you are a guest in my house. One," I held up a finger. "I will not tolerate swearing or any type of abusive language or gestures in my home. So watch your mouth and your attitude. Two, "I held up another finger. "Until I see that you are better, you WILL listen to what I say so that you can have a full recovery, and you will not question me or my methods. I only want you to get better, and the sooner you recover, the sooner you are free. And lastly… NEVER, EVER…. Refer to me as a kid or a child. I may look young, but I'm twenty two years old and in college for my Bach. Degree. So do not treat me as anything less than your equal. Do we understand each other?" I said with a huff. He nodded silently, shock and disbelief set into his facial features. I took in a deep breath to calm me.
"Now…. I'm going to get off of you, but before I do, I need to know that we understand each other…. Do we have an understanding Jeffery?" I said, softening my tone. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, then he looked at me and nodded. I shook my head.
"I want to hear you say it." I said sternly. I saw the muscle in his jaw tighten and his eye twitch in annoyance.
"Yes…. Now can you get off of me please?" he said through gritted teeth. I smiled and shifted off of him.
"Good, now that we have an understanding, is there anything I can get you?" I said pleasantly, but inside I felt sick.
"….I have to take a piss…." He started to sit up, but I gently pushed him back down.
"Don't worry, I'll get you a bed pan so you don't have to push yourself too much. Give me a moment and I'll be back" I said and smiled softly as I walked out of the room.
The second I closed the door, I sighed and slid to the floor. I took in deep breathes, struggling to calm my rapidly beating heart.
I cannot believe I did that!
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" I can't believe she did that…" I managed to croak. It was unbelievable. Never, in my entire life, has anyone ever yelled at me like that, well, anyone who wasn't on the receiving end of my blade. My face throbbed with the sting of her slap. I raised my hands and touched my abdomen, where I felt her heat and weight on top of me… her softness…. I lowered my hands feeling the residual warmth from her… only to be met with an erection.
"Shit…. Are you fucking kidding me?" I sighed and rolled over, sliding my hand down my pants. I shouldn't be this hard... or hard at all. Very few things can turn me on like that…. And I rarely ever… ugh….
I pressed my face into her pillow and inhaled the faint scent of her perfume, rubbing the head of my dick with my thumb. "nnnngh…. Shit…." I mumbled into the pillow as I stroked myself, reliving the feeling of her warm weight. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of her skin, saw the shine in her eyes, felt the soft tickle of her hair on my face. I imagined her full pink lips moaning in pleasure, gasping for air as I wrapped my hands around her slender throat… the feel of her hands and she slaps me and scratches me, resisting me, fighting me as she moans my name… I bite my lip to stifle a moan. "oh….god… nnggh…!"
A loud shattering and a shouting male voice broke my reverie. I sat up fast, and almost fell off the bed from dizziness…. "What the fuck was that?!"
*A/N: Sorry for the delay everyone, but between work and my poor health, I haven't had the time. But more chapters will be coming soon!*
