-A.N. Y'all asked for an update so here it isssss! I hope you like it :P I hate filler so I kinda felt like I rushed it, but I wanted Mistah J so bad D: lol so without further delay here is chapter 12!-
Chapter Twelve: Change Of Plans
It took a matter of five minutes for me to fall into a deep sleep. The bed was my favorite thing in the god-forsaken room. It was plush and sunk ever-so-slightly with any movement I made.
The satin sheets felt cool against my pale skin which helped me relax and get some sleep. I had no idea how long I slept, but I was awoken by a loud pounding on the front door that led to the living space along with a high pitched voice yelling, "Wake up, Girly!"
I rubbed the edge of my mouth with the back of my hand and stumbled out of bed. I walked down the narrow hallway into the living room and opened the door to see Heather standing there in a green mini dress that accentuated her curves.
"I brought you something to change into and some stuff for a shower." I grimaced. Heather grinned, "You're not going to shower in here, darlin'! You can use the shower in my room."
She motioned me to follow her and she led me to the other side of the apartment.
How big was this place?
She stopped at a plain white door and opened it revealing a rather plain looking room. I couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at her. I thought her personality would show in her room, but sadly it didn't.
"I like things simple." She replied glancing at my rather surprised face as she led me into her room. "Bathroom is through there, I'll make sure no one peeps." She giggled handing me a bag she had on her bed.
"I didn't know what size you were so I guessed, sorry if anything is too small." I blinked and looked into the bag. There were a couple pairs of thongs, two rather risqué looking bras, two shirts, and two pairs of shorts that looked almost like underwear.
"Uhm…thanks…" I forced myself to say as I headed to the bathroom. In the bag were some toiletries which I used to shower. I folded the clothes given to me by the Asylum and put them on the sink. After I showered I picked out what I was going to wear that day.
Heather had picked out a black crop top that said 'Eat Me' on it as well as a dark red one that said 'Tough Cookie' with a chocolate chip cookie that had a bite taken out of it depicted under the script. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the purple laced thong, leaving the black laced thong in the bag.
After I put on the thong I grabbed the matching bra, which was padded for battle. Surprisingly she had guessed correctly on my size and everything had fit. I picked the cookie shirt and grabbed the torn booty shorts she got for me and put them on. The shirt fit nice and stopped right above my navel. The shorts were slightly snug and only covered my ass which was fine, I guess.
Sighing I towel dried my hair and used the clean brush that was with the toiletries to comb the tangles out before putting it up in a messy ponytail. Next I grabbed the same converse that I wore previously and pulled them on.
I walked out of the bathroom and glared at Heather whom looked rather surprised at my change in appearance even though she picked out the clothes I now wore.
"Wooooowwwweeeee~ You clean up good, Red."
"Ah, I forgot something…" I ran back into the bathroom and looked at the pile of dirty laundry I just took off and I rummaged through it finding the purple switchblade and shoving it in my front pocket.
I walked back out to see an empty room and a wide open door. I slowly peeked out the door and noticed Ricky walking around, looking rather anxious. He was pacing back and forth, everyone else was gone including Heather.
"Where is everyone?" I questioned curiously.
Startled, Ricky stopped pacing and stared at me. It looked like he didn't even recognize me in my new attire, "C-Change of plans…boss is coming back today."
I could feel my heart increase in speed.
Does Jack know that by coming here I saw his fucked up bathroom and crazy living room?
Is he coming so he can get rid of me?
Now I was the one pacing, "Why?" I blurted staring at Ricky.
"He got into some trouble…" Ricky murmured, "Should be five minutes…"
My eyes widened, "Five minutes?"
"Yeah, he'll be here in five minutes, if the twins and Mike play their cards right."
I looked around the room, it was so bare, there was no place to hide or run to. I just noticed that there weren't any windows at all. I was trapped and I had no idea what was coming. Shivering I tried to pull my shirt down to no avail.
Time was going fast and before I knew it Heather burst through the front door making me jump. She was on Mike's back giggling like a little girl. Mike looked like he just did some kind of military run that involved barbed wires and mud. Heather was nearly pristine, though her hair was slightly disheveled.
Next came the twins whom looked rather pale, but otherwise clean and unharmed. I kind of made my way to the furthest corner of the room, feeling extremely anxious.
Lastly Jack sauntered into the living room and everything went silent. He was dressed in torn jeans a white wife beater and an oversized black hoodie which shielded his face. He was hunched over slightly and his stature and the way he walked made me worry.
"Welcome back, boss." Ricky greeted, feigning cheerfulness.
Jack let out a guttural sound and pointed at me lowering his hand he started walking towards his room motioning for me to follow.
Everyone was staring at me now, as if to say 'GO'. Chewing my bottom lip I reluctantly followed him to his room. Once we were both inside he closed the door and locked it.
I stood awkwardly in the center of the living room as he made his way to the bedroom door. He glanced at me before walking into his bedroom. I followed behind him carefully, the tips of my fingers resting on the switchblade in my pocket.
When I entered the bedroom I noticed Jack gingerly picking up my med kit and placing it beside him as he sat on the black velvet bed. He looked up at me and the hood of his jacket fell backwards revealing his stitches that I had carefully sutured so many times. Now his stitches were ripped out of his mouth. His entire lower half of his face was coated in blood, some of it dry some of it still sopping wet.
I could tell that it looked like someone had either been punching him repeatedly in the jaw or someone had put a knife in his mouth and started cutting.
"You look good, doll-face…" We whispered, blood spurting out between his lips.
"Oh…Jack…"
