Take Me Home [MiniCat]

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"Hold still already you pussy..." Tyler complained as he pressed a cold cotton ball to my back. I arched my back inwards from the stinging sensation. God how tree climbing was a bad decision. Such a bad decision. I was laid on my stomach in my bedroom while Tyler was to one side of me. He had laid out a variety of medicine to put on to me. He was starting with my back to get rid of the bruises, or at least make them less painful. He then was going to move on to my arms and hands etc. It was incredibly painful, and something I wouldn't have wanted to do in the morning. He then proceeded to stick a needle in at the top of my spine, making me squirm. I swore audibly several times, trying to move away from the needle. Tyler used his knee to hold me down while he injected me with whatever it was.

"Okay turn over." He ordered, moving off of me. I slowly turned on to my back, feeling every single bump burn in pain. I took a few deep breaths and sat up against my pillow. I saw Tyler look over my stomach, taking a breath of shock in through his nose. His eyes dilated and flickered red, making me slightly worried. Was he, checking me out? "You are..." He paused. "Fucked up. Jesus Craig." He let out a little laugh while moving over to his little med kit. He pulled out a few bandages and more cotton balls. He dabbed them on my stomach a few times before covering me over. "Alright that's all I'm gonna cover, you can do the rest of yourself." He told me, getting up off of the bed. I sat forward trying to reach out for him.

"Tyler I don't know what I'm doing!" I retorted, looking at him with my classic puppy dog eyes. He looked straight through them and pointed to the med kit.
"You put that shit in there and put it on yourself. Then bandage it over." He explained simply, pointing the items out as he went. I sighed and looked back up to him as he turned and walked off. God he was such a pissed off guy. All the time. I decided to make a start on my arms since Tyler was no longer or help. I rested one on my lap while the other grabbed some cotton. I dipped it in the unknown substance that was probably some pain relief then placed it on my cuts and bruises. In my opinion, it only made the hurt worse, but that's what all medication did for a little while. After a few minutes of curse words and burning sensations I had covered all marks on my body and was exhausted. And hungry.

I walked over to my bedroom door, trying the handle to open it. To my surprise it worked. I pushed it open and walked out in to the corridor, then realising I was only wearing shorts. I grabbed a shirt and pulled it over my head while walking my way over to the stairs. I eventually found the kitchen and opened up the fridge to try and find something to eat. That's when I noticed how quiet it was. First the door wasn't locked, then no one was around? A little suspicious if you'd ask me. I treaded carefully, grabbing some ice cream and a spoon. I felt like they were going to scare me, or they were testing me. Or they could be... At university! Of course! I looked over at the clock to see it was 9am. Maybe Tyler didn't have his first class until then, and was the last one out. Man how I missed university. Such a weird thing to miss.

I also missed my parents. I remembered saying my goodbyes at the front door with my suitcase. I promised to visit every weekend, which only happened for a couple of weeks. After that it was always an apology call and 'I'll be there next weekend.' I shook myself from my thoughts and decided to go and take a walk outside. Not outside outside, but the back garden outside. I walked through the dining room and conservatory until I reached the back door. I tried the handle to be greeted with another lock. As if I hadn't had enough of the bastards. I grumbled in disapproval and shuffled away. I wasn't even going to attempt to find the key, or break it, or find another way around. I accepted defeat for once and took a seat on the sofa in the living room. It was where I had slept on the greatly comfortable seats on my first day. Or yesterday. Either worked.

I flicked through the channels until I had reached the cartoons. Of course I would go to the cartoons, like the five year old I was. I found myself a fresh episode of spongebob and nestled in to the corner of the sofa. I rested my head back as I dug a crater in to the ice cream. I swooped it out and shoved the spoon in to my mouth, watching as the animations went past. I then realised firstly how much of a child I looked like, and secondly how I wasn't even trying to escape. Was I really that brainwashed by some underwater creatures. I sighed, taking another spoon of ice cream out to eat. Once I had gotten down half of it I heard a banging noise come from the conservatory. It was loud enough to make a noise over the blaring laughter on the tv. I was alerted immediately and stood up within a second.

I picked up my ice cream and turned off the tv, making my way back to the kitchen. I placed the ice cream in the freezer and walked over to the place I was previously at. I thought that maybe I would have knocked something over as I was in there trying the door handle. Or set something to fall over. On the other hand, it could have been one of the Vanoss sat on a sofa that I never noticed who had spilt his milk or something. I turned the corner and walked in to the room, quickly seeing what had happened.

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Hey,
Happy mother's day over here in england <3
I've started writing the sequel to Leave me Alone
Much excitement.
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