I woke up. For once, someone wasn't staring at me, or holding my hand. In fact, it was way worse. I felt pressure at my back and around my waist. I put my glasses on and looked around. I wasn't sitting up, like I was when I fallen asleep. Rather I was lying down on my side, with Trevor holding me in a death grip. Oh god, this escalated quickly. I started to try and wiggle my way out. I could feel his arms slowly loosen their grip. I continued to shift and turn. I needed him to let go. As I shifted out, I had to prepare my knees and hands to catch myself. I wasn't going to get out of this by sitting up. I rolled out, my knees and hands making a quiet thud against the floor. I quickly stood up. My hands still stung. It had only been 4 days and yet they still hurt. My back felt much better. No stress, no pings of pain. I sat down at the dining room table. Trevor gently snored on the futon.
I sat down at the dining room table. As I just got comfortable, Wade busted through the door, and Trevor quickly sat up.
"What the fuck?! Why are you waking me up so early?"
"It's 12:30." Huh? Both Trevor and I looked at the clock. I don't think either of us have ever slept that late. Usually I'm early to rise and Trevor was doing his work. I turned my focus back at Wade. That's curious.
"Go get my coffee and Ron. I got shit to do today." Trevor yawned loudly as Wade quickly walked out of the trailer. I turned towards Trevor, as he stopped yawning and stared back at me.
"Hey. What's up with your hands?" I blinked. I looked down. The bandages were all kinds of messed up. The consequences of wiggling my way out of that mess.
"Come on, we gotta fix your bandages." I stood up and walked towards him. He quickly grabbed the med kit and sat down as I did onto the futon. He removed my bandages and I saw my palms for the first time in a while. They were all scratched up still. They hurt and felt sore. As he gently touched my palm, my fingers would twitch in pain, and at certain points I would jump a little. He cleaned them, and redressed them quickly.
"Ah, we still have the ones on your back." I had forgotten about the patches. I had gotten a few deep cuts here and there on my back. So instead of wrapping my whole back, we just put little bundles of gauze onto the wounds. I also had to take off my shirt for that mess and the only thought on my mind was the biggest no thank you. I'd rather suffer. I started moving backwards, maybe if I moved away, he'd take the hint.
"No. Get back here." He grabbed at me, he took hold of my shirt with a tight grip. I grabbed his hand and tried to remove it, but he was a lot stronger than me. Ron suddenly busted through the door,
"Trevor! I got your….coffee." Aw shit. I looked towards Ron, whose eyes were wide. I could tell the gears in his head were turning and the confusion in his face probably were full of assumptions that couldn't be cleared up.
"Uhhhh…." My voice came out strained and raspy. Trevor quickly let go of my shirt and I pulled it back down.
"Not now." He grabbed my wrist and dragged me off the futon towards his room. "We have to do something first." Stop giving him the wrONG IDEA.
I was pushed in, hitting the bed frame, as Trevor closed the door quickly behind him.
"Take it off, or I'll take it off." The tone of voice was deep. I shivered at the thought. I turned around and quickly took of my shirt and bra. I crossed my arms, across my chest, hands clinging to my shoulders.
"No. Not there." What? I felt strong hands on my waist. I was pulled and dragged to the center of the bed. I flew forward a bit, barely catching myself with my hands. I sat back up and covered myself again. Trevor started peeling off the old bandages. I winced on the third one. It stung a bit as the tape clung to my skin.
"Sorry." I could feel his fingertips gently touch where my skin had probably turned red. With all of the old bandages off, I heard his voice again,
"Only a couple need to be put back on." I nodded. I justed wanted him to stop touching me. I curled more inward. I braced myself. I felt his hands on my upper arms right below my shoulders. The color drained from my face. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I felt a small kiss on my neck. I began to shake. Please tell me this wasn't going where I think it was going.
"No one's ever going to touch you ever again." My blood ran cold.
"I'm going to keep you close. Keep you safe." A kiss on my left shoulder. A shiver ran down my spine.
"I have plans that deal with leaving my trailer for a while." A kiss on my right shoulder. I gripped my shoulders tighter.
"And I'm taking you with me." He kissed the square of my back. I attempted to control my heavy breathing.
"I'll make sure, everyone knows you're mine. And that you are not to be touched." I suddenly felt very sharp pain in my shoulder. I gasped. I didn't want to look, but I did anyways. He was biting into it, sucking on it. I tried to focus on the pain I was causing on my shoulders, but I just kept going back to what he was doing. I couldn't focus on anything else. I was trembling terribly. I know I promised myself a single moment of weakness, but the fear that ran through me in this moment, was too much to bear. I let go of a deep breath that I didn't know I was holding. But that deep breath was like a dam breaking. My breathing quickened, and was shaky. Tears were forming and falling. I began sobbing. I was trying to control my breathing by taking deep breaths but each time, all I could do was cough and practically gag. The pressure and pain from my shoulder immediately went away and I felt myself in Trevor's arms. My face was pushed up against his chest.
"I-I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He kept apologizing as he kept me in this tight embrace. After a few moments, I think he realized that I didn't want to be touched. He let go immediately, moved backwards and stated,
"That...That… this is wrong. You… You don't want to be touched right now." He turned, made a beeline for the door and stopped as he held it midway open.
"You can have this room for the night. Just…just sleep. I won't come in. I promise." He said it sadly. Quietly. But it was still no excuse for what had just happened. It felt gross being in this room. On this bed. I pulled off the blanket, the sheet, and the pillows, leaving a bare mattress. I curled into a ball. Tears continued to stream down my face. I need to get out of here. I want to get out of here.
It had been a long three days. The stress of the event, being injured and Trevor getting closer and closer, far more than I would have liked. With the added bits of Ron wanting to argue with me, it just felt like more stress. The choices I made the previous night, definitely showed the consequences. I'll have to watch what I say and do. I'm pretty sure there's nothing I can do to change my current situation with Trevor. But tomorrow. That's going to be a different story. I needed to be ready for what lies ahead.
All the way in Los Santos.