Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter nineteen

"And this is where it begins."

Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a blurry figure standing in front of me. I blinked away the blurriness and shut my eyes a couple of times due to the sunlight. When I regained my eyesight, Easton was the blurry figure. I wiped my eyes and almost grimaced when I felt how dry and rough they were. Don't let Easton notice.

"Morning. You're going to class. The shower is running. I'll make breakfast," Easton explained as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my bed. I had to lean on him for support because I was a bit of a klutz whenever I woke up. He slowly dragged me to the bathroom, and I felt him let go of my arm. I looked over my shoulder and saw him staring me as he stood near the door. Have you heard of privacy? Maybe close the door while you're at it? I wished I could tell him that, but I didn't feel like getting a beating in the morning. I mentally sighed and completely turned around to face him.

"Can you tell me when breakfast is ready? I would like to relax for a while," I told him respectfully despite how much I wanted to curse him out. Jump off a fucking bridge, maybe a cliff, depending on how high he was. He eyed me for a couple of minutes and gave me a curt nod. He closed the door behind him, and I quickly rushed to the door, locking it. I sighed in relief and proceeded to take off my clothes. I quickly brushed my teeth, and I dropped my dirty and sweaty clothes in the hamper. I slowly got inside the tub and made sure not to get my hair wet because I didn't want to deal with a big mop of mess.

"You should cut it," Junior said.

I froze and looked around to see if he was here with me. Why would he be the bathroom with me? That would be too fucking weird. Plus, I don't think he knew where my room was. Chuckling to my self, I washed my body and face. Then I sat on the tub and poured mostly the soap to create a bubble bath. Miles told me I was too old to have bubble baths, but one day I caught him having one himself, and he screamed like a little girl when I took a picture of him.

I smiled to myself when I remembered the memory. Those were one the days where Miles wasn't a dick to me. He was playfully screaming at me and threatening to tell Ma my "dirty" secrets, but we both knew that I had none. I didn't laugh, more like unfazed that I found Miles, a manly eighteen, giving himself a bubble bath. I cropped out his naked body and kept his expression, which was priceless, of course. I looked at the door when I heard a knock.

"Jasper, breakfast is ready," he said on the other side. I sighed and slowly got up to make sure I don't slip. Easton's much of a cooker so I wouldn't be surprised if he made cereal or put pop tarts in the toaster and call it breakfast. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I left the bathroom and made my way to my room when Easton's voice stopped me. "I thought you wanted breakfast?"

I turned around and widened at what I saw. There were sausages, scrambled eggs, bacon, and waffles. It made me think of home.

"Um—I...uh, I have to put on clothes," I stammered.

I actually waited for his sexual remarks, but he simply nodded and sent me a soft smile. "Okay."

My shock turned into confusion as I walked inside my room. I put on my boxers, shirt, pants, and sneakers and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't seem complete shit, but I felt like shit inside, I wanted to leave this suffocating place. Walking out of my room, I went to the kitchen and saw Easton waiting. I grabbed my plate and went to the living room. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Easton grabbed his food and sat next to me. I realized that he wasn't as close as he usually is. Was he finally giving me space? Was he playing another mind game? I looked at the food. He probably drugged it.