I woke up to a strange room.
I was surprised immensely, as I'd thought I'd be laying on the floor of the club, glares surrounding me.
Instead, a soft blanket covered my open wounds from recent disobedient encounters.
I sat up quickly, and moaned in pain from the rush to my head.
I took three deep breaths and moved the covers away to find myself almost completely nude, except for the wraps that had been put around my waist and chest to cover me, and my other wounds.
The wrap on my chest looked close to a T-shirt.
Parts where my wounds were were stained red.
I was very glad I hadn't started my-*
"Morning," a deep voice greeted neutrally.
I gasped and looked to the doorway to see a tall boy looking down at me.
I stared for a moment, then realized what I was 'wearing'.
I blushed rapidly and yanked the covers over my chest.
He rolled his eyes"Don't flatter yourself," He said, stepping further into the room.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, angry.
"Well, don't you have a mouth on you?" He smirked, sitting on the desk and putting a foot up on the chair.
I went quiet as I blushed further, looking away.
"Name's Justin, sweetheart." He answered smugly.
"Terra," I said, my voice almost a whisper.
"Jeez, you bi-polar or some shit like that? First you're a badass, now you're just whispering," Justin grinned.
"No," I answered plainly.
An awkward silence filled the air, and I looked up at him as he stood, holding a hand to me.
I hesitated, not really wanting to leave the cover of the blankets.
"C'mon, kid, I have somethin' you can wear," He said, a rather plain expression on his face.
I paused, but took his hand all the same, standing slowly.
As he led me out of the room, I looked at his back more intently than I would've liked.
Maybe this guy wasn't so bad...
