His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter Four

Angelica Winter's POV

My body was sunken into a strange cushioning and my exhaustion was intense. Confusion suddenly hit me when I remembered I jumped to my death. I opened my eyes in panic, seeing that I was in an unknown room on someone's bed, the only light came from the moon shining through the window and my stomach churned with nausea.

I've been sleeping all day? Surely Jade wouldn't have gave me such a luxury... unless the punishment planned is just that bad.

I slipped off the bed and took a step toward the door, freezing when I heard footsteps heading this way. As they grew near, I dropped to the floor on my hands and knees with a lowered head, uncontrollably crying at the idea of death by her. I never should've ran! She was bound to catch me again sooner or later! Running only makes it worse!

The door whipped open right after my body thudded onto the carpet, hands were on me not even a second later and I jolted away. I gripped the side of the bed tightly, burying my tearstained face into the mattress rigidly.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," an unfamiliar male voice spoke. I refused to release the bed with small sniffles, "my best friend found you unconscious and brought you here, he helped you."

His words were drawled as if they would frighten me and I instinctively ran my fingers over my face, searching for new injuries, then opening my eyes just enough to see them bloodless. A warm feeling fuzzed in place of my nausea and I reached for my neck, jolting my hand away at the unknown object over my wound, yet still no blood covered my hand.

Jade never covers my wounds no matter how serious they are.

"It's gauze. My friend patched you up a few hours ago, he said you started bleeding and were getting an infection," he added and I cautiously turned my drooped head, keeping my gaze low. He inched closer and I clenched the bedding, my eye locked onto his body and goosebumps covered my skin.

"What happened to you?" He asked quietly, his voice was gentle and I wasn't sure whether to acknowledge him or not. What is he doing? What's his plan? Why's he waiting so long to hit me?

Slowly, I shook my head and let go of the bedding. My body shook again when his hand extended toward me in a very slow manner. I warily eyed his seemingly unthreatening hand and flinched when he placed it on my knee.

Confusion swirled within me when his touch didn't hurt, instead, it was a warm and soothing one. My lip quivered and I continued to tremble, staring at his hand waiting for it to cause me immense pain that never came.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he stated, his body inched even closer and my heart shot out of my chest. I jumped away from his advancing figure and curled up, using the hood of the sweatshirt to shield my face.

"Would you like a bath to help you relax? Possibly warm you up?" He asked, my heart slowed at the offer and I felt myself calm. Bathing is my favorite thing, even when she'd roughly scratch my skin with a bristled sponge, the warmth of the water always eased my aches.

Yet confusion hit me again, I don't bathe until my period ends. I just had my period less than a week ago. I don't shower more than once a month. Then again, who was I to turn him down? He might get angry...

I carefully started to remove the sweatshirt from my torso, only making it halfway up my abdomen when my action was quickly halted at the sound of his voice.

"Woah! You could wait until getting into the bathroom before undressing," he sounded almost as confused as I was, my heart started racing at his growing tone and I dropped it back down to cover me.

I heard movement and his now standing legs came into view, my nostrils flared at my harsh exhale and he just stood there. Was he challenging me to move so he could hit me?