The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Fifteen: Sibling

Lisa rolled over in bed, her whole body ached. She was surprised when she opened her eyes to see Jason lying next to her still asleep. He had put his clothes back on and the comforter from the foot of the bed had been pulled over her. She sat up and immediately regretted it as her stitches throbbed with pain.

She held her head and slowly got out of bed trying her best to not stir Jason. Turning the light on in the bathroom she stared into the mirror at her naked self.

There was dried blood around her stitches and her bottom lip was cracked. The bruises on her shoulders were now a dark purple that trailed into the bruises on her arms. New bruises had formed on her hips along with several crescent shaped cuts from Jason's nails.

"Wow..." She knew she'd have a few bruises and scratches from last night, but seeing them combined with all the other ones she already had was a scary sight. Tearing herself from her battered reflection she put on a bra and some underwear from her dresser before tending to her stitches.

She washed her face with a washcloth then used q-tips and rubbing alcohol to clean around the stitches. The alcohol burned at her sensitive flesh. When she was done she ran her finger over them. He really did a good job on them, they weren't too spaced out and they were tied properly from what she knew. She took an antibiotic and one painkiller, and picked up her full laundry basket.

She picked Jason's still wet clothes off the floor of his room and threw them into the hamper. As she started the wash machine her stomach grumbled. She gathered up the dishes from the night before and put them in the sink.

She stared out the window as she washed the dishes. It was still raining and the dark clouds weren't letting any sunlight filter through. It made her wonder what time it was, but then realized it didn't matter. It's not like she had anywhere to be, the only thing she had to worry about was getting some work turned in within the next few days.

She pulled a package of bacon and a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator and began making breakfast.

Jason was awoken by an alluring smell. He sat up quickly in bed and realized the girl was already awake. It surprised him that he out slept her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept for more than a few hours, and without his nightmares. It was the first peaceful sleep he'd gotten since before Mother was taken from him.

He followed the smell into the kitchen to find the girl hovering over the stove in only her underwear and bra. He stopped a few steps short of her and examined all the new bruises and small lacerations on her skin. Either he was way too rough with her or she bruised easily. Would she be mad at him for all the bruises he'd been giving her?

The girl turned to him with a spatula in hand and smiled at him. "You hungry?" He reached his hand and as gently as he could ran his fingers over the bruises and cuts on her hips. Then with his other hand tilted her face up to his in an attempt to ask her if she was ok. Her eyes searched his mask. "What?" He ran his hand over her other bruises and looked into her eyes. "They barely hurt if that's what you're asking, but I am rather sore." He shook his head.

"Well then what?" He pointed to himself then to her then to himself again. She removed his hand from her chin. "Jason they're just bruises I don't care. It's not your fault, I know you're new at this whole thing between me and you. And if bruises are what I get every time we have sex then I'm willing to have every inch of me be black and blue." She stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the mask.

He didn't expect a response anywhere near that, and wondered if she really just said what he thought she had said. The girl returned to her cooking as if what she had said wasn't anything out of the ordinary.