Marriage By Contract

Chapter 27: When The Truth Unfolds

"No, no, no!" I screamed, flinging my arms in different directions. My whole body ached, but I didn't care. I kicked and thrashed, hoping somehow Derek would leave me alone. My legs were held tight to the bed, preventing me from kicking. 

"No," I pleaded. "Let me go!"

I swung my arms again, only to have them held down by someone else.

"Lola, calm down."

I screamed. "NO YOU BASTARD, I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT AND I WON'T LET YOU HAVE IT!"

I couldn't see a single thing. My eyes felt swollen but it never stopped me from crying. "Please," I begged. "Please don't do this."

"Shh." someone cooed. I looked up to see Susan's faint image. She held my arms securely as she whispered soothing words. "No one's gonna hurt you." I blinked, hoping to clear my tears. Her hands wrapped around my head gently. "We've got you Miss." Susan grabbed a nearby napkin and dabbed at my eyes. Though my lids were still swollen, I could see a little clearly. At the foot of of the bed, Jason held my legs. His face wore a strange expression as he stared at me. He had a huge gash on the side of his head, but it looked as if it was treated. A bandage was secured around both of his hands. A few scratches decorated the corners of his face, but they were all faint. His hair was a mess but nevertheless, he still managed not to look horrible in it. I looked at my chest as it heaved up and down dramatically. "Breathe." Susan ushered. I closed my eyes and tried to do just that. Soon enough the weight on my legs were lifted and Susan stopped rocking me. "I'll come back to check on her tomorrow." Susie whispered.

I opened my eyes just in time to see the door close behind her. The lights in the room were dimmed but a lamp beside me was flickered on. It was dark, but not completely dark. The space on the bed beside me sunk, meaning someone was there. I turned and met Jason's eyes. "How are you feeling?" 

"Horrible." I spoke as tears threatened to fall again. "W-what time is it?" I stuttered. Jason checked his watch. "11:45- pm"

I nodded. I've only been asleep for a few hours then. "You've been out for three days." Jason said reading my thoughts. I gasped. I tried to sit up but the pain was unbearable. "Don't, just relax."

I did as told and stayed in the same position. Suddenly, the image of Derek stripping me bare surged through my head and I quickly fumbled with the sheets, peeking under discreetly so that Jason wouldn't see anything. To my surprise, I was fully dressed but not in my own clothes. A huge white T-shirt hung from my body loosely and a pair of basketball shorts that were too big sagged from my waist. I peeked under the shorts and found myself wearing boxers. They weren't the perfect fit either. I don't own boxers. I thought.

"You're wearing my clothes." Jason answered my question. This guy is definitely physic. But that wasn't bothering me right now. There's one important question that lingers, unanswered. 

"Who clothed me?" I faced Jason, searching his eyes for any intention to lie. He looked down, fidgeting with the comforter. "Who dressed me Jason?" I asked again.

My head felt like it was going to explode. Not because I had no clue who saw me naked, but my head ached from the amount of hits I had taken from Derek. Jason's eyes looked up to meet my gaze. "I did." My eyes widened. "Trust me, I- I didn't do anything though! I tried to keep my eyes closed most of the time!"

I groaned in pain. "You okay?" he asked.

I didn't answer, I just wanted to focus on my breathing. My body is in complete agony right now. I don't have time to think about Jason seeing me nude. Derek has seen me bare and now Jason. Tears fell once again but this time, Jason wiped them away. He didn't ask any further questions, which I was very grateful for. Moving the covers away, I managed to lift up the white T- shirt I wore. My chest was painted in different colors. From pink and purple bruises, it was topped of with a splotches of black dried-up blood. The area around my ribs were taped to heal. But my body at the moment felt far from healing. I wonder how my face looks. Probably broken and ugly. Not to mention my eyes and lip. I turned to face Jason who apparently seemed to have a fixated gaze on me. "Can I ask you a question?"