The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Nineteen: Jealousy

Lisa awoke the next morning to a rough nudge in her side. She opened her eyes to find Jason looming over her. Groaning she pulled the sheets over her head and rolled in the opposite direction. The sheet was instantly ripped off of her. "Ok, ok, I'm up." She sat up and rubbed her tender neck where he had bit her then her sore shoulder. "You are going to be the death of me. You really need to learn to be gentler during sex." She let out another groan as she got to her feet.

He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into the kitchen. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. He shook her and pointed to the empty cabinets that were left open. They were out of food. "What? Oh crap, I'll order some groceries to be brought up." The girl opened the fridge and peeked inside. She opened a water bottle and drank half of it. He followed her back into her room and watched her pull a small object out of her nightstand.

She dialed the store in town and gave them a list of things to be brought up and she read them her debit card information and gave them directions to her house. She threw the phone on the pillow on the bed. Jason was sitting next to her on the bed admiring the bite mark he had left on her neck.

He lightly ran his finger over his teeth marks that were perfectly imbedded into her skin. The girl's hand ran along the scratch marks on his arms she had left the night before. She sighed. "I suppose I'll get dressed now." Removing her shirt she revealed her naked breasts. Jason reached for them and to his surprise she didn't stop him. His index finger traced her pink nipple.

"I wonder... would you be able to control yourself if I kissed you right now?" His head tilted to one side in response. "I mean control yourself sexually?" Thinking about it for a moment he shrugged. He liked kissing her, but was unsure if it would cause him to want her again. "Take your mask off. I promise I won't look." He shook his head. "Please I just want to kiss you." She pleaded and he still shook his head.

"Why don't you trust me?" She was angry with him now and pulled his hand from her chest leaving him on the bed as she put on a socks and a bra. He stood and followed her into the closet. "What do you want?" She asked coldly pulling a shirt off the hanger and pulling it over her head. He stormed out of the closet and she could hear him slam the door that led outside from her room.

What was wrong with this girl? She had said that she didn't care if she didn't see his face, yet she still demanded him to take his mask off time and time again. Hadn't she said the night before that she was nothing without him? What was she doing to him? He cared that she was angry with him and it upset him. He didn't like this girl having power over him. Trying to take his mind off the matter he began resetting all his traps that had been set off and headed towards the lake.

Lisa closed her laptop relieved she had finally finished editing the annoyingly cliché vampire novel that was assigned to her. Looking at the clock she wondered when Jason was coming back. He was always so touchy about letting her see his face and it had made her wonder what had made him so afraid to let her see it. What was the worse thing that could happen? She knew he was deformed, she'd been with some pretty disgusting guys after her Mother died. Her friends made it hard to get any other kind of guy with their constant demeaning words they spat at her around other people to make her feel worthless.

There had to be a way to get him to willingly show him her face. It hurt to know that he didn't trust her enough to just let her see it and make things so much easier between them. She heard her phone ring in her room and she ran down the hall to get it.

It was Mrs. Mais from the store telling her that her son was on his way up to drop off her groceries. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was not in the mood to think up some lame excuse for her scar and bruises on her arms. After covering her scar up with makeup she found a hoody that covered the bite mark on her neck along with her bruised arms.