Kidnapped By The Broken

CHAPTER 10

I did not leave my room the rest of the day. After Blake drove us home, i just walked my way to my room. He tried to say something, but i didn't want to hear anything. Blood was bleeding off my shoulder, but i lost my will to do anything. I got into my room and sat down on the cold floor leaning against the wall by the door, replaying my conversation with dad, who was no longer my dad. I couldn't believe what happened in my house, replaying my memories of dad.

Brad came by the door a couple of times and tried to get me to treat my wound, but i just brushed him off and told him to 'go away'. Jo came in twice and tried to call me for dinner and tried to persuade me to get myself clean, but i didn't speak or move from my place.

Soon, it became dark. The room was dark. Darkness was the only place that hid me from the light. Suddenly, the door flew open, but i didn't pull my gaze to whomever entered in. Arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a tight hug. The familiar smell of Blake hit me. I didn't move. He rubbed my back with smooth circles.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

Hearing his apology made me release the sob i was holding back. With that, i let go of everything and cried. I cried in his arms. I let out my pain, trauma, the hurt, everything. I screamed out my agony. All the while, Blake held me tightly and rubbed my back.

When my sobs reduced, Blake pulled me and looked at me. I couldn't look at him. He moved one hand under my legs and the other behind my back and carried me bride style to the bathroom. He landed me under the shower and opened the water. The water ran along my body. It hurt me when the warm water touched my wound, but i didn't cry. I needed that pain.

Blake tried to undo my shirt, but i stopped him. I looked at him with my puffy red eyes.

"I 'll wash." I told him softly.

He then left me and closed the door. I stayed under the warm water for some more minutes, and then i stripped my clothes and washed myself. When i was done, i wrapped a towel around me and stepped out of the bathroom.

Blake was still there, sitting on the bed. When i entered the room, he looked up at me. I didn't speak a word. I made my way to the closet to get my clothes. A hand ran along my arms, i felt small electric sparks run through my body from the place he touched me. I closed my eyes and absorbed this new sensation. It felt good for some reason. He had his other hand run along my other arm. It felt relaxing and good. I relaxed under his hands. He rubbed his thumb along some places.

"Did he do this?" Blake asked.

I didn't know what he was speaking of until i realised he was rubbing along my faded bruises. I just nodded. He turned me around, and i opened my eyes and kept my gaze on the floor. He put two fingers under my chin and pulled my face up to look at him.

Then he suddenly touched my lower abdomen, where i had my bigger bruise. I gasped at the contact, not because it hurt but because his touch made me feel something new, the electricity which made my legs go week. Although he was touching me over my towel, i felt naked in his touch.

"I'm so sorry, Hannah. I'm sorry for hurting you more. I'm sorry for making it worse." He apologised.

I just looked at him with confusion. Why was he apologising?

"Don't apologise. You didn't make anything worse. My life was already worse. Nothing you did could make it any worse." I said softly.

Then he pulled me near the bed. Then he started to treat my wound and stitched it. Then he bandaged it. All the while, i was trying to bring back any memory of Blake from my past. I tried really hard to find him in my memory. His familiarity was killing me because i couldn't find how.

When he was done, he got up and kissed my forehead. His lips lingered there for a second and involuntarily closed my eyes to savour it. Then he left me.

What happened just now?

He was so kind and nice towards me. I wondered what changed it. Maybe he just pitied me. But he makes me feel different stuff, which i can't explain. The sparks, the warm feeling is just so nice to feel.

I wore my old basketball shorts and a white tank top. Then i went back to bed eventually my eyes dropped in tiredness.

The next day, i woke up around noon. I wasn't really hungry because my stomach cramps have become really bad. Jo came in after a while after i washed myself. He bought me some tea and sandwich. I refused to eat, but Jo bought the tea to my mouth and forced me to drink. My cramps were the same way, hard and painful. I turned and twisted in my bed, trying to sleep.

When i couldn't get any sleep, i got down and walked out. I made my way along the corridor where my room was. I never really paid attention to the details around me. There was another room just 10 feet away from mine. I stood in front of the door thinking if i should go in. Then i decided against it. So i walked away. I came to another door, and this one had a black painted skull on the door. I really wanted to peek in. So i slowly pushed the door.

The inside was so gloomy and modern. It was all black and grey patterns. There was a large king-sized bed with black comforter and white pillows in the middle. Above the bed layed a picture of a woman. It was a painting of a woman's face painted with different colours and patterns. The painting was the only thing alive inside the room.

She had beautiful features, thick eyebrows, pink pouty lips, and beautiful light green eyes. Anyone who saw the painting would fall in love with it instantly. The painter has given so many emotions to the painting.

"She is beautiful, right?" Jo's voice just near my ears. I panicked and stepped away, having a hand on my speeding heart.

"Oh! You scared me." I squeaked.

He chuckled and then looked at the painting again. He had mixed emotions on his face while looking at it.

"Did you paint it?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Was she someone important in your life?" I questioned him. He nodded again. He didn't speak, so i just kept quiet and admired his painting.

"She was the love of my life. She was so beautiful and loved by everyone around her. So kind and innocent. She bought peace and happiness everywhere she went. The only one happiness which was in my life." He spoke up.

"Was?"

"Yes. Was. She is no more."

It was sad to see Jo broke like that. His eyes became glassy. I walked up to him and rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. He looked so sad.

"She is really beautiful. Like a Princess." I commented, trying to make him feel better.

His lips twiched a little. Then he looked at me and smiled. The most warm and sad smile i have ever got from him.

"Thanks." He said. I smile and nod my head.

After that encounter with Jo, i went back to my room. He was so broke and sad. I had an urge to make him smile, to wipe off that sadness off his face.  I got onto my bed and slept again.

When i woke up again, it was passed midnight. My whole body started to shiver. It was so cold. My tummy pain was not at all reduced. Plus, my shoulder wound started inflicting more pain. I shivered so much, clenching my eyes tight. i involuntarily started to let out small sounds of moans.

Suddenly, there was a hand on my forehead. I didn't open my eyes. I was too absorbed by the pain that i couldn't concentrate on what was happening and who was that. I felt warm hands moving over my arms in soothing circles. It made me feel a little better, but i still shivered of the cold. Then the hands were gone, replaced by a weight getting on the other side of my bed. Arms scooped me closer to them, i hit a warm chest. It felt so good. I involuntarily calmed down. Then, an arm wrapped itself around my waist and started to make circles on my tummy.

With the coldness, i was feeling the warmth was so good. I relaxed under them and signed. In a while, i drifted back to sleep again.

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Hey guys,

I hope you enjoy. I know this chapter was more of sleeping.

But hope to make a chapter on Blake's preview.

With love,
Krish.