A Slave for You

Chapter 12

For Pictureonmawall

"Scott?" I sat up in my bed, gripping the sheets to my chest. Ugh. I felt horrible. It was dark in the room and I was all by myself. "Scott?" My voice was weak and crackly. Scott opened the bedroom door, walking over to the bed. He didn't say a word. He put his hand against my burning forehead.

"How are you feeling?" I cleared my throat.

"I'm fine."

"Liar." There was no hint of teasing like there usually would be. "Do you know how long you've been out Mitch?" I shook my head.

"Two days." He sat on the bed next to me. "Your mom killed herself." He blurted. I know what I was suppose to feel. I was suppose to feel sad. That was my mother. But I didn't. I actually felt....happy. I'm a horrible person.

"Okay." I began chewing on my bottom lip. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Coming to find me. Taking care of me." I rubbed my temples. "It's still a little hazy. But I remember you taking care of me. Singing to me as you ran your fingers through my hair." He looked down at his hands with a small blush coming to his cheeks.

"I didn't think you would remember that." I made a bold move to place my hand on his thigh.

"I did." I became shy when he put his hand on top of mine. "And I thank you for that. I really do." I place a kiss on his cheek. I flinched away when he went to kiss my lips. "I'm sick."

"I don't care of you're contagious. I'd still kiss you." He lightly grabbed my chin to pull me forward. I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer as his lips moved gently against mine. "Mitch I-" A knock on the door made Scott stand up from the bed. I glared as his father walked in.

"What is that thing doing in your bed?" Scott stood in front of me protectively.

"He's sick. And if you touch Mitch, I will hurt you." The light from the hallway lit up a cut on the side of Scott's face, right along the cheek bone.

"Mitch? You're calling him by his first name?"

"What else would I call him? He's a human being father." Scott took a deep breath to calm himself. "What did you come in here for?"

"Business."

"Later." His tone was final. It was kind of amazing how bold he was being with his dad. His dad closed the door and Scott was left alone with me.

"Your cheek....Is that because of me?"

"I made the decision. It's my fault. I wanted to keep you safe." I ran my fingers gingerly across the cut then I went to his hand where he had caught the whip. After I went to feel his fingertips. All of this because of me.

"Why?" My voice cracked.

"Because some people are worth taking pain for."

"But I'm not." He laughed as if what I said was the funniest thing in the world. He pressed his lips against my forehead.

"You are." He pulled away to look into my eyes. "Mitch. There's just something about you. I think it's the fact you've been through so much and you still have that fire burning in your eyes. And it's so bright when you let your walls down. That beautiful smile and that wonderful voice." His lips where against my neck as he spoke causing shivers to travel up my spine.

"Scott?" My tone was weak. He backed away.

"Sorry. I got a little ahead of myself. Probably shouldn't have been that cl-"

"I want you to kiss me." He blinked rapidly. He was surprised that I came out and said that. "Can you please kiss me Scott?" He let out a nervous chuckle. I closed my eyes as the distance between us became nonexistent. I panicked in the moment I felt his tongue slide across my bottom lip but it didn't matter. I had pushed him away with a small gasp of pain as his hand flattened against my back.

"Shit! I'm sorry Mitch." I shook my head.

"I would do it again."

"Not now. You're sick and hurt. I want you to get better." He drew patterns on the palm of my hand.

"What if I don't?" His eyebrows drew together. "Get better that is."

"I don't want you to think like that. What if every chicken thought like that?" It made no sense and for some reason, that made me laugh. A lot harder than I have in a long time. I held my ribs in pain. Good pain. When I looked up at him, he was staring at me with a blank face. "You have an adorable laugh." He broke into a smile and I couldn't help the one I reflected back. I felt free. Except for a question that would haunt me if I didn't ask.

"Did you ever mean for me to be a sex slave?"

"I bought you for the exact opposite reasons. I didn't want to use someone's body for my pleasure when they aren't enjoying it in the same way." He wasn't meeting my eyes. "Sex isn't just about pleasure. It's about feeling something for the person you're making love with. And I feel-" He stopped, looking up at me. He looked as if he revealed some big secret. I reached my hand forward to touch him but he shot up. He cleared his throat as he looked out the window.

"What-I mean...."

"I'm going to get you something to eat and drink." I stood up from the bed too quickly and almost fell if it weren't for Scott catching me. I glanced down at his lips. He saw but instead of going for the kiss, he helped me back on the bed. He moved towards the bedroom door.

"What were you going to say Scott? That's the second time you've stopped your sentence." He had the door open, his fingers tapping against the door frame as he looked back at me.

"And I feel that feeling every moment with you." He took a deep breath. "Mitch, I'm in love with you." He left without waiting for my response. I fell back in the bed with a huff that caused my bangs blow up. What?