Forbidden // Malachai Boardman (DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Chapter 7: The house

       I feel something cold being spread on my eyebrow, where the now closed wound resides; Flinching when it stings. I felt a tap on my thigh as my headphones were gently pulled off my head. This time, the voice of Freddie Mercury kept me company; assisting in keeping me calm as the assaults on my face continued.      

  "We're done." Malachai says as he lifts me off the table and sets me down before hoping off himself. I wobble for a second, him taking notice. He puts his hand on my shoulder; grounding me.   

  "Say thank you to Mildred," He commands. I resist the urge to roll my eyes, not wanting to get into even more trouble than I already am.    

  "Thank you Mildred." I glance at her then continue looking at the floor.  

    "Now apologize to Josiah." I take a deep breath and hold it.    

  "Sorry Josiah." Malachai's grip on my shoulder tightens.      

 "For what?" He asks, I could hear the annoyance in his voice.    

   "For spitting on you," I go to stop, but feel his grip tighten even more, "and cursing at you."

    That must've been enough for Malachai because he soon calms down, loosening his grip, but not letting go fully. Malachai nods his head in acknowledgement and wraps his hand around my wrist as he walks out the door; taking me with him.   

   We walk in silence for a bit before I muster up the courage to ask him where we're going.    

   "Where are we going?" I question hesitantly. He glances down at me before answering.  

     "To the house. You're going to take a nap." He states.        

     I scrunch my eyebrows together and look at the ground as we walk. So first, I tried to escape, got the shit beat out of me, the shit that got beat out of me was then placed back in me via stitches so, obviously they need me alive for whatever reason; and now I'm being told, not asked, to take a nap. I am not a baby, I don't need a 'nap.' I mean, I haven't slept in like 2 days, but still. And good luck to malachai for trying to get me to sleep 'cause I can't without listening to music so unless he wants to give me my shit back, I'm not 'taking a nap' anytime soon.          Before I know it, we've arrived at 'the house.' Now, I'm not sure if this is where Malachai used to live, or if he just claimed it when these psychos took over the town, but the house is a nice pale blue; a little dusty from the lack of proper care. It has a painted-white wrap around porch, two stories with a castle-like circular wall protruding from the top, and it's quite big. Malachai opens the wooden door and pulls me in, he follows and closes the door behind us. I can only look around for a second before he's pulling me somewhere else.      

       "This is my house. This is where you will be staying," We finish going up the steps to the second floor and he pulls me into the doorway of a medium sized room, "However, since you are not to be trusted, you will be staying with with me in my room until we can guarantee that you wont try to run." He turns to me and raises an eyebrow.     

    "Okay." I respond while shrugging my shoulders.  He continues dragging me down the hallway until we get to a door, I'm going to assume this is his room. He opens the door and pulls me to sit on the end of the bed. The four poster bed made out of wood resides in the middle of the room, with nightstands on each side of the bed. In front of the bed, backed up against the wall, is an oak dresser; probably containing clothes. To the right of the bed (left if you're facing the dresser on the bed) is another door that leads somewhere. In the corner, before the door is a comfy-looking arm chair.      

     I feel something next to me on the bed and look down to see a pile of clothes, pajamas by the looks of it. I look up at Malachai in question.      

"You look like shit. You need a shower." 

    He then picks up the stack of clothes and juts his head to the door, signaling me to follow him. In the bathroom, he sets the clothes on top of the toilet, grabs a towel from the linen closet, and places that on top of the clothes. He turns on the water and gets it warm as I look around. The walls are a soft off-white with light blue tiles coming up halfway. The tube is white ceramic with metal spouts and knobs, and it has a blurry glass sliding door to enter the tub. Next to the tub, around a corner is the white ceramic toilet. Across from the toilet is the sink and mirror.       "Here. Don't take too long."   

  "Yes sir, thank you."  

  "Hmph, you're finally learning." He says with a smirk as he walks out of the bathroom and closes the door.  

     I roll my eyes and get undressed before hoping in the shower, sliding the door closed behind me. I sigh in relief at finally being able to take a warm shower, the warm water hitting my back as I take a few moments to relish in the comfort. Then I remember Malachai's warning from a few minutes earlier and hurry up and finish my business.   

    Stepping out of the shower, the cold air immediately hits me, causing goosebumps all along my skin.    

  "Bbrrr." I mutter under my breath, hugging myself on the way to my towel.  

     I wrap myself up in the towel and begin drying myself. Once I'm done, I go to put 'my' clothes on. Malachai left me red and black flannel pajama bottoms and a white long sleeve shirt, both way too big for me. The ends of the pants cover my feet and the shirt hangs off of one shoulder, but I'll have to admit they are comfy.  

    Rubbing my eye, just now realizing how exhausted I am, I walk out the door. At first glance, I don't see Malachai anywhere. I raise my hand to scratch my head, but jump once I hear a voice. 

  "All done I see."

    I whip my head around to see him sitting in the previously mentioned arm chair with a book in his hand, my eyes wide in surprise.       

  "Yeah, and um, Malachai?"

    He raises his eyebrow in question as he gets up to grab something from on top of the dresser. He walks back over to me with a bandage in hand, I'm guessing to redress my wound so it doesn't get infected. He gestures me to sit on the end of the bed.   

  "Uh, could I get my walkman back?"

      I see his eyebrows furrow as he focuses on putting the bandage on, him crouching in front of me. I hurry up and plead my case before he says anything.

      "At least for now? It's just that you want me to take a nap and I can't sleep without my music." He stares at me for a moment before getting up and throwing the trash in the garbage bin in the bathroom. He comes back, motioning me to scoot up on the bed; holding the covers back for me. As I lay down he pulls them over me, essentially tucking me in.

    He gives me a pointed look as he moves back to sit in his chair, continuing to read his book. I huff as I turn over and try to go to sleep.   

     After a few minutes I turn over to my other side, adjusting myself on the bed; pulling the covers closer to myself. After 10 mins of twisting and turning I can literally feel Malachai's agitation. I roll over onto my back and start acting out action scenes with my fingers on my stomach. After a few moments I start imitating the fighting noises with my mouth. Malachai glances up at me from his book before he blows out a long breath.   

       Standing up, he grabs something from the dresser before walking over to me. He throws the walkman onto my stomach, accompanied by my headphones. I gasp and look up at him thankfully.    

"Thank you, sir!"  

    He grunts in response as he walks back over to his chair. I plug my headphones into my walkman and press play. After a little while, I fall into a semi-peaceful slumber. 

...Hey so remember last week when I said I would have this chapter done that week...yeah, that was a lie, but anyway heres chapter 7 hope you enjoy!