Chapter Fourteen

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Slight TW: mentions of death, and PTSD.

All night I was tossing and turning, I kept having nightmares again and again, the same nightmares from my past. Sometimes they change and sometimes it's just repetitive, the dreams always end the same though.

I'm always blamed for what happened, I try my hardest to block it out, I know that I'm innocent but no one else knows I am, or they don't believe it, which is why I'm placed where I'm at today.

I sat up multiple times throughout the night sweating like crazy with tears in my eyes, I finally had fallen asleep around five thirty when I got woken up by Xander shaking me awake.

"Whattttttttt do you want?" I whined out while slapping the air hoping to push him away. I was so exhausted, it felt like a truck had ran into me while I was sleeping.

I fell back asleep while he was shaking me awake, until I heard "Elizebeth get up, I'm not playing around anymore. You always have to make everything so damn difficult"

I muttered into my pillow and turned the other way, Xander quickly pulled me back, and flipped me onto my stomach, before I could even register what was happening five hard smacks landed on my ass. Which did, unfortunately, wake me up.

"OKAY, I'M AWAKE." I screamed out. Xander was taken aback for a split second, I felt bad the moment I yelled but I knew today wasn't going to be a good day. I hardly had any sleep, the weather was rainy and dark which I did genuinely enjoy, but it just made me even more tired.

"Get fucking dressed and get ready Elizebeth, I'll see you downstairs" he coldly replied and walked out gently closing the door not looking behind him.

I threw my blankets off of me and started getting ready. I threw on leggings and a sweatshirt and called it a day. I honestly hated my life at the moment, my mind kept thinking of ways to run away while I was doing my makeup quickly. I did genuinely enjoy Xander though and who I was becoming but I had a feeling I would mess it up in the end with the past that haunted me.

I closed the door and walked to the kitchen with my eyes closing every couple seconds. Xander was waiting for me leaning against the counter with his arms crossed against his chest. "Do you want to try and apologize or are you just going to be a fucking brat all day again?"

I pulled out the dining room chair, sat in it and rested my head on the table. "No, I'm too tired to sincerely apologize and beg for your forgiveness SIR. I didn't get good sleep, so I'm really cranky. I'm not used to waking up at the ass crack of dawn still as well" I sharply said.

Xander was quiet for a moment then spoke up "Wait right there and don't move" he instructed and walked out of the room. I didn't plan on moving, I didn't care what he was bringing back. I just wanted to sleep.

I had just started falling back asleep on the kitchen table when Xander spoke from behind me. "Wake up and sit up Elizebeth." I grumbled and then sat up. He started combing my hair very gently, to be honest I guess I did forget to comb it this morning, but I was in such a rush to get my morning routine done, it slipped my mind.

The feeling of someone else combing through my hair has always been my favorite thing. I instantly started falling asleep again, when I felt a tug on my hair.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" I yelled out to Xander. "I need you to wake up Elizebeth, I know you're tired, but there's absolutely no excuse to lash out, be disrespectful, or sleep all day, now that you're ready and look presentable let's walk to the canteen together, there is an assembly today also, I expect perfect behavior from you. I'm speaking in the assembly and almost the entire school knows you are my submissive so everyone will be eyeing you to see how you are getting along here"

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