Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Twentysix ||

Riele -

I opened my eyes and sat up, looking over my shoulder. Now that Jace was taking a shower, I had enough time to do my detective work. I slipped out of the bed quickly and opened the door quietly, sneaking out into the dim lighting of the hallway. The bottles of water marked with 'R's' Were striking against my curiosity. Everytime I drank them, this weird sexual tension bunched up inside of my body. I paused in the hall, watching as Rosa put her coat on and let out of the front door. When the lock clicked back into place, I tiptoed into the kitchen, smoothing my hand over the marble surface of the counter. Glancing over my shoulder, I opened the fridge and examined the water bottles. Nothing odd seemed about them, they looked like normal waters. I chewed on my lip, snooping through other items in the fridge. I came across several bottles of wine and beer, juice, soda. Not what I'd call unordinary. I closed the fridge door and leaned against it.

I looked down at my hands, feeling disappointed. There was nothing wrong with the bottles and Jace will be out of the shower soon. I sighed, clicking my nails against the counter. I looked down, and my eye caught on something pink. Kneeling, I opened the cabinet under the Island counter and reached my hand inside, pulling out a small box.

"What... is this?"

I whispered to myself, flipping the box over in my hands and scanned the back of it. By now my heart was pounding so hard it filled the silence of the kitchen. Oh. My. God. I heard a noise behind me and held my breath.

Jace -

In the doorway of the bathroom clouds of steam poured out around me, I paused looking over at the bed. She's gone? I looked glanced at the door and opened it.

"I thought you were sleep?"

I said, finding her in the kitchen with her back against the cabinets of the counter and both refrigerator doors open. She didn't look up at me, just grabbed a pint of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and closed the doors.

"Nightmare."

Was her reply.

"So you're in the mood for a midnight snack?"

I leaned against the counter, adjusting my towel.

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

She lowered her head and popped the top of the ice cream off.

"For what?"

I eyed her hesitantly. I don't like the way she's acting.

"This-"

She dug her finger into the icecream and then licked it. I rolled my eyes and dug in one of the drawers for spoon.

"I hate ice cream."

"Why do you have it then?"

She took the spoon from me, and when she looked into my eyes a strange feeling began stirring in the pit of my stomach. It was like finding out that one of my stocks had taken a plunge on the market.

"For you, you love ice cream."

I said. She nodded slowly, dipping the spoon into the pint.

"Almost forgot, you know everything about me."

The way she said it was in a double tone. Kind of sarcastic but daunting as well. I reached over and grabbed her chin, making her look at me.

"Everything."

She smirked. I wasn't expecting that. I felt like maybe she was playing with me. And I didn't like that feeling. I rubbed one hand over my left arm, even though there wasn't any goosebumps there.

"You do?"

"That's what I just said."

She stood up and sat the ice cream down on the counter.

"Just checking."

I grabbed her by her waist and moved her closer to me, squeezing the small of her back in my hads.

"What the hell is going on with you? Is this about earlier? Because if you're still feeling some kind of way I can take care of that for you."

I looked down at her lips as she kept smiling, her tongue poked against the inside of her cheek.

"I'm actually feeling really sick, I might have the flu or some shit... I don't know. I threw up earlier, which you would have know if you hadn't stuck me in that room like some kind of prisoner."

She said. I left her fall out of my grasp and stood back from her, studying her face. My first thoughts were compelled by fear, and then curiosity. Is she- No, she can't be. Impossible. We used every kind of protection known to man. And my pull out game was stronger than it's ever been. She doesn't look sick.

"Oh yeah, guess we should get you checked out tomorrow then, we'll get you blood work done and everything."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty damn sure."

She stuck the spoon back into the ice creme and licked it off, giving me a look as I squinted at her.

"What?"

"What the fuck is up?"

"What are you talking about?"

I didn't answer her, just kept staring at her and I could tell she didn't really care whether I found out what was happening in her head or not. There was a definite shift in her attitude, and I don't think it was because of me One thing I knew for sure was that she was making me feel as if I had lost control. Nothing would get me angrier, but if she is sick didn't want to make matters worse for her. But maybe I did. There was always an inner battle going on inside of me. One side wanted to slap the shit out of her for being smug, and the other just wanted to fuck her until she fell asleep. Each side had a voice, and one was getting stronger than the other. I'm sometimes afraid of what I might do to her. And if I'll have to make it look like a suicide.

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