5
That night, vomited in the toilet in my new room's bathroom, but, why wouldn't I? my body was not use to eating such vile things. Human flesh. I couldn't believe I did that to prove I could be trusted. That poor girl in the basement. What would Thomas do to her? I had cleaned up my face and brushed my teeth. Suddenly a loud scream erupted through the house, and I jumped in utter shock and terror. It was her, the girl. The trespasser. I closed my eyes before suddenly hearing a soft knock on the door, and I turned and moved from the bathroom. I was in a black gown so I felt I was decent enough. I opened the door and saw it was Luda Mae. She was in some big white grandma's dress, her hair in a long braid that hung over her shoulder. She had a small candle in her hand. Really, what was this the dark ages? But in her other hand was a blanket.
"I brought you some blankets for your room. Sometimes it can get really chilly at night. Don't want you catchin' cold." she said and I gave a polite smile and took the large blanket.
"Thanks Luda." I said and she nodded looking me over a small frown of disapproval.
"You wearing that to bed?" she asked and I looked down at my gown before looking back up at her.
"I am in mourning." I said and she nodded quickly.
"Yes. Yes of course." she said with a smile before saying good night and moving back down the hall. I just closed the door and placed my back to the door. What are you doing, Tati? This was a dangerous game to play especially with these kinds of people. If I fucked up, I was dead. I blinked and just looked down closing my eyes blocking out the screaming of the girl again. I moved over to the bed and got inside it and just hid myself beneath the numerous layers. They were warm and smelled fresh. Thank god. I shut my eyes tight and just attempted to prepare for tomorrow morning.
Everything was silent and dark in my mind as the entire house was soon. I was sleeping peaceful, until I heard my doorknob begin to creak and loosen as the door was opening. My eyes snapped open as I woke up to any unfamiliar noises around me. I heard heavy footsteps coming in to the room and even with a half away brain, I knew it was Thomas. I did not move wondering what it was he was doing here. I heard the footsteps coming closer and I just remained still as I could see his large statuesque form just stand over the foot of the bed. I felt my lungs tighten as if I was holding my breath now. I wondered what he was doing, or thinking let alone. I had to do something, the silence and his existence was being here. I sat my head up as if just now realizing someone was here and I looked over my shoulder to see him just standing there in his bloody apron and my eyes widened some.
"Thomas? What are you doing here?" I asked softly and he just stood there in silence just watching me and I grew mildly nervous. Was I unable to convince Charlie that I was trust worthy? Thomas moved over to my side of the bed and I sat up immediately and watched as he began to hover directly over me and I just sat up instinctively and watched him for a moment as he just stood there over me. He suddenly lifted his massive hands towards me and I closed my eyes thinking he was not going to strangle me and so I prepare myself for him to choke me something.
Instead, I feel his hands suddenly press to my cheeks and I felt his hands just rub over my entire face and my eyes opened as I watched as he did this. His dark eyes just stared down at me as he did this, and I just stared back up in utter bewilderment as he just ran his fingers over my face and I didn't know what to say to him now. Did he just come in here just to touch my face? I could hear his loud breathing and through the cloth like mask he was now wearing and I just swallowed some and he seemed to notice and move his hands down my neck. I felt a shiver shoot up my spine as his fingers were surprisingly gentle. I pushed back the feeling of disgust due to the fact that his hands took life. They were dirty and stained with dried blood, and yet they were caressing my skin so softly that my body began to react to it.
I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't even notice his hands had moved further south almost to the point they were about to graze my breasts. I leaned back now causing his hands to push back and curl against his fists.
"What are you doing?" I asked again and slowly he breathed in and out before slowly leaning over the bed and my eyes just widened as I watched him begin to move into the bed and kick off his shoes and once he was sitting down he removed his apron. He was going to get this clean bed so dirty! I wanted to tell him to leave, but I was unsure if it was a good idea. I do not know how Thomas thinks now and I didn't want to say anything to set him off. He was lying down now, and he just lifted his hand and pressed it to my stomach and just moved me back on the bed and I lied back and stared at him as I did. I was completely tense and knew I couldn't go back to sleep now. Thomas must have sensed this, because he began to gently rub my shoulder with his hand and the only thing I was thinking that his large dirty body was in this clean bed with clean me.
"Sleep." he said raspy and mildly commanding and just slowly turned my head until my eyes found his. How, I wanted to ask. He just stared at me blinking every few seconds and now he just closed his eyes, his hand finding its way beneath my gown and I almost gasped but was surprised when he just began to rub my stomach, his nails very so delicately scraping across my skin. I just closed my eyes wanting tomorrow to come so I could finish what I came here to finish.