Taken In

Chapter 12

Breo's POV

After J leaves I decide to try and get out of bed and get clean. The lady from before brought another set of clean clothes for me to wear not long after J left. They were another set of pyjamas with the initials JWR on them. Only they were blue this time.

Turning out of bed slowly I stand up, making my way over to the bathroom at a steady pace.

I turn on the shower head attached to the bath and wait for it to warm up while taking off my clothes. Looking down I notice the shirt I'm wearing has been buttoned all the way up. I guess I was so delirious from the fever that I actually managed to do it. I smile, feeling proud of myself before undoing the top three buttons, giving me enough space to pull it over my head gently and take it off.

The water was now warm and I once again get seated in the corner of the bath. Keeping my left leg up and using my left hand to hold the shower head this time, since the other is wrapped up.

After a long process of trying to avoid getting my bandages wet I dampen my hair, I wish I could wash it but I can't do that with only one hand at the moment.

Once done I stand up and dry myself, patting around the large gauze on my thigh in case some water got on it.

I wrap my towel around my chest and walk back to the main bedroom. My hair felt drier than usual and so did my skin. I didn't pack any lotion or leave in conditioner since I had to leave in a rush, part of me regrets doing that but I'd rather have dry skin than have Nathan find me when I was trying to run away. I could give my money to J so someone can buy some things for me but that wouldn't be a good thing to do I think.

I put on the clean pyjama trousers I've been given, rolling up the fabric on my left leg to expose the gauze, and rolling up the right one a too because it was a little long.

I then guide my right arm carefully through the sleeve of the pyjama shirt, followed by the left, before buttoning the shirt until more than half way and giving up.

Folding the shirt I previously wore, I place it on the the bed, noticing small red stains on the covers, most likely from my thigh bleeding. I look at the bedsheet too and notice it's stained too, making me start to feel very bad again.

I fold back the covers to expose the bed sheet, thinking I can flip them over before it's time to sleep. Or maybe I should tell J? I don't think he'd want his guest room bed to be all dirty. Thinking to myself for a moment I sigh. Picking up pooh bear from near the pillows and taking him with me to sit on the couch.

I don't know how to turn on the TV or if I am allowed to use it so I leave it off, sitting with my knees to my chest while contemplating over the events of the past few days, while also trying to ignore the very loud bass I hear from the music downstairs. J must be having a party.

Rubbing my temple I focus on my thoughts. Is Nathan looking for me? Surely if he did look he wouldn't look five hours away. I start thinking both rational and irrational thoughts, convincing myself he'll either never find me or find me very soon and kill me. Both outcomes scared me equally, he's all I know, and I still love him- I think.

I hear a voices outside the door, the handle of the door turning not long after. J enters slowly with a pizza box in his hand, a bottle of water and a large cup with a straw in it.

I silently watch him as he makes his way over to me, sitting on the small couch that sat across from me, before placing the box and drinks on the table.

"You doing alright?" He asks, adjusting himself in his seat before looking at me, undoing the top button of his shirt as he does so. I notice some tattoos behind the shiny silver crucifix he's wearing, stopping right before the collar of his shirt starts.