A Slave for You

Chapter 7

For TheKawaiiCupcake00

After Scott's swift departure, I went in the front of his bed and just stared at the mattress. I didn't know what to do. I woke up without Scott and got myself in trouble. I think going anywhere without Scott is a bad idea. I turned towards the door when Kirstie burst through the door.

"Wha-"

"I'm going to make you feel beautiful." She pushed me into the chair in front of Scott's vanity mirror. "I'm going to shape your eyebrows." I gasped every time she would pluck a hair.

"Ow." She laughed quietly. I know what she was doing though. She was trying to get my attention off of everything that happened today.

"Do you maintain yourself?"

"What?" I was confused. She continued to pluck my eyebrows.

"Well, you know." She stopped messing with my eyebrows to look at me with a weird awkwardness in her eyes. I shook my head. "Like, um, down there." The realization flashed across my face along with a burning sensation on my cheeks. I was messing with my hands. That was a really awkward question to ask.

"I don't-uh, really have-um...." I stopped myself there. I tried cracking my knuckles but the air between my joints refused to pop. "I mean I'm only seventeen." One of her eyebrows quirked.

"So you don't-"

"Not really." She shrugged. She use a cloth to put some weird oil where she plucked my eyebrows. I tried rubbing it off when she turned around. I didn't like the feeling of that. She placed some books on my lap.

"Here. I thought you would like these." I mumbled a quick thank you. She walked out of the door with a tiny wave. I didn't know what to do with these books. But I didn't want to tell Kirstie I couldn't read. I'm afraid she would feel bad and then get really mad. Then the punishment will come. I sat in the middle of the bed, setting the books out in front of me. They looked like children books. The drawings all looked the same with bright colors and thin lines to make different animals.

"Who gave you those?" I gasped, looking up at Scott. He was standing in the doorway with his eyes stuck on the books. I backed up against the headboard as a scared feeling washed over me body.

"Please don't hurt me." He laughed. I watch him cautiously as he sat on the bed next to me. He flipped the book open. His soft fingers drifted over the odd shapes above the pictures.

"Do you want me to teach you how to read?" I shut the book quickly.

"I don't want to know."

"Come on Mitch. It'll be fun." It was hopeless to fight against him. He would beg and I would give in. I shrugged. He sat behind me with his legs on either side of my body as his arm slipped around my waist. I folded my legs under each other. He rested his chin on my shoulder and I felt my body reacting to how his body was pressed against mine. My skin was warm and my palms sweaty. He put the book on my lap.

"What now?" He flipped the book open to the front page.

"Now you repeat after me." He spent ten minutes on the first page. I was having trouble with the whole 'e' can make other vowels sound different. Some words didn't even look as the sounded.

"It's never going to work. I'm too stupid to understand this." He pinched my skin playfully.

"You're not stupid Mitch. You're doing fine." I rolled my eyes, turning my head to look at him. I stopped before I could say anything when my eyes rested on his lips. His hands went from my waist to my cheek as he leaned forward to kiss me. The awkward position made it really hard for him to actually kiss me properly. So I turned around, standing on my knees to be taller than him. His hands were pulling me closer by pushing against my shoulder blades. He pushed forward and it caused me to fall backwards. The pain was too much to take now. I yelped at the pressure on my back. "Shit! I'm sorry Mitch."

"It's fine." I sat up and brought my knees to my chest. It was good that happened. Whatever was happening between Scott and I a few seconds ago wasn't right. I'm a slave. I shouldn't be feeling what I'm feeling. In fact, I shouldn't feel anything at all. For six years the strike of the whip had never hurt me but now. It was different. Four days with Scott has made me soft.

"Mitch?" He stuck his hand out to touch my knee comfortingly. I flinched away like he was going to hurt me.

"Please don't touch me. Not like you just were." I stood up. I wanted to make myself seem stronger than the shaking mess I actually was. "I don't like it. It confuses me and I don't want to be confused about who I am. I'm a slave. And a slave needs to be put to work." My stomach growling broke the seriousness of the situation.

"You need to eat first." I shook my head.

"I've gone weeks without food. This isn't going to hurt me." He stood from the bed. He pulled at my new shirt.

"I don't care. You're eating." I cowered away from him towering above me. He slipped his hand in mine and pulled my arm in the direction of the door. I didn't pull away. He was acting like a master right now. It started giving me back my numb feeling. I ate the sandwich Scott gave to me in tiny little nibbles. He watched me the whole time. "Why don't you speak up?"

"It's not my place." His fist slammed down on the counter causing me to jump. The hair on my arm was raised. I tried wiping the remaining oil away from my eyebrows to distract myself. I had forgot to look at them with the enticing pull of the books that Kirstie had set in my lap. Scott grabbed both of my arms, holding them tightly. I tried cowering away but he wouldn't let me.

"You're not a damn slave!" I wiggled out of his grip. I shoved his chest back so hard that he hit the counter a few feet away.

"When will you get it through your thick skull?! I am a slave!" I threw my hands up in the air. "You aren't suppose to treat me like you are. You can't kissing me and resurface every feeling in my body because that was the only way I was able to keep living. You trying to help me is killing me!" I back up and fell in the corner where the cabinets met. I was so scared of what was going to happen. He looked.... I don't even know and that was frightening me to no end.

"Mitch?" He bent down in front of me.

"I want to work in the field. Without you." He nodded slowly.

"You still going to come back in the house at night."

"Okay." He helped me up from the ground. "I'm so-"

"What did I say about apologizing?" He kissed my lips quickly. Scott confused the hell out of me.