Steal My Soul

15 | bobbi

Bobbi

My hands trembled slightly, the vibrations ricocheting through my bones.

I gripped the soft plush towel in my hands, letting droplets of water spill over his face. I dapped his skin gently, dragging the towel across his wounds. They were beginning to scar and the swelling around his eyes had gone down.

I could see his eyelids now. His face was marred with gnashes and tender blemishes. I held my breath as I worked quickly and silently, applying ointment after I finished cleaning all his wounds.

After the party was over no one would help me. They just left him there. I knew Asia would offer a hand but I didn't want her to see him like this so I carried and dragged his body for three blocks before we reached my car, and took him to my house.

He was so cold at first but I had a feeling he wouldn't be too happy waking up in a hospital. I thought I had made a mistake and that he might have been dead. But as days passed he was quickly regaining back his strength.

Darius's eyes fluttered open. He glares at me, his eyes flashing in a panicked rage. I back away as he takes in his surroundings, his chest heaving but I'm not fast enough.

His hand surges and grips around my throat. He knocks over the lamp that was on the bedside table and it shatters to the ground. My fingers claw at his wrist but he doesn't stop squeezing my windpipe.

"You're safe, it's me, Bobbi," I managed to croak.

A darkness slowly ebbs away at his angry face as my arms and legs go numb. His grip on my throat loosens and I fall to the floor, sputtering and shaking. My vision blurs.

"Where am I?!" He demanded.

I cough, clutching onto my chest and my throat. Tears prick at the brim of my eyes. I shuffled farther away from him.

"My house," I rasped. My voice was pinched and stiff.

He stared deeply into my eyes, his gaze slicing through me. He collapsed back into the bed panting. He grabs the glass of water that's on the table and hands it to me.

I take small sips.

"You don't have any real clothes?" He remarks.

I look down at my outfit. I wore a gold glitter slip dress with a matching silk long sleeve cardigan that had plush cuffs. I roll my eyes at him, slamming the glass on the table.

I crossed my arms against my chest and narrowed my eyes at him. "I can wear whatever I want in my own home," I snapped. "Scared I'll tempt you?"

"How long have I been here?" He groans, putting his hand on his side.

"Five days," I answer. "You should still be resting, I can go downstairs and grab you some food,"

"No, I'll leave. You've done more than enough," he says, reaching under the bed for his shoes.

"Now? You're still not fully healed," I say.

He grunts. "It's fine,"

He stumbles past me, taking the stairs two at a time. I watch his foot catch on a step, several times. He just grinds his teeth and keeps moving.

I follow him to the front door. His eyes dart back and forth. He grimaces and then leans on the wall to take a breath.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

I shrugged. "They're working, they're barely ever home,"

He nods. "Good," he says breathlessly. His eyes softened. "Thank you,"