My Stripper Mate (Original)

Chapter 6

"Addi! Open this door now or I will break it." Wilder yelled from my bedroom door. I ran out of the bathroom and searched through my bag for something to stop the bleeding. I really didn't want to die now. I wanted to find out why he kidnapped me first.

BANG.

"Fuck!" I yelled as Wilder smashed into the door. I found a pair of leggings that I never liked and ripped from the ankles to the crotch on both sides so it could form a makeshift bandage.

BANG.

"Wilder stop I'm fine!" I yelled wrapping my stomach. Once it was completely wrapped I tied it off.

BANG.

The door came down and I yanked my shirt down just in time. I started to step away from a fuming Wilder. He was pretty scary actually.

"Why the fuck do I smell blood?" He asked me calmly making me shiver in fear.

"I-I don't know," I said cowering against the wall behind me. Apparently, Wilder noticed my fear and calmed down.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just came back to put some towels in your room so you could shower tomorrow and I smelt blood." He said bring me into an embrace.

"H-how can you smell the blood?" I asked looking up at him.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. The real question that should be asked is why can I smell blood?" He looked at me expectantly.

"I-I don't want to tell you." I squeaked out.

"I will find out. Now either you tell me or I will make you undress until I know what it was." He explained giving me a pointed look. I sighed and started to think of excuses.

"Um...I'm on my period," I mumbled quietly.

"Oh..." He said awkwardly. I really didn't want to show him my cuts so I think my excuse will be just fine. He walked into the bathroom to put the towels down when he saw my blade.

"What the fuck is this?" He yelled picking up my blade from the counter.

"I-I don't want to talk about it," I said closing my eyes. I lunged for him and ripped the blade out of his hands.

"Give it to me." He demanded in a strong voice.

"No," I said bluntly closing my hand around it so my hand started to bleed.

"Now!" He screamed. "Give it to me. You cut yourself, didn't you? That's why I smell blood." He was furious.

"No!" I shouted back.

"Give me the blade." He said and stuck his hand out.

"No. I don't want to." I pouted like a kid who was told she can't have any more candy.

"Yes right now." He demanded in a powerful voice. I shook in fear and happened to drop my blade on the ground in shock mixed with the fear. He hurried and leaned down to pick it up.

"No!" I yelled as he took it to the toilet. "No!" I yelled again. He dropped it I collapsed on the floor. I heard the toilet flush and I felt myself being lifted like a doll from a carriage. Everything was blurry, but not from tears just from my body's sadness and grief. It was almost like losing a friend who was always there. They comforted you in times of need and helped you through the tough times.

I felt a Wilder set me in a bed. I couldn't tell if it was my bed, but I assumed it wasn't because the duvet was grey not blue. I sat there just looking around even though I couldn't see. Everything was a blur. Like someone ate the world then spit it back out.