Cursed [Jai Brooks]

Blood Stained- Chapter 6

As the cab pulls up outside my mother's large white stone house I feel the familiar pang of dread, not only have I just been completely pied off by an egotistic, psychotic asshole, that stole me from my room last night without so much of an explanation and now I have to return home to my bitch of a sister and my dictator of a mother. Oh the fucking joys of life. 'You make the place look messy' his words ring through my mind forming a lump in my throat. I've never considered myself attractive or anything of the sorts but I've never felt like such utter shit in my life, I hate him. Why is he doing this to me? what have I ever done to him? I resolve to avoid him as I spend my travel time procrasinating. I open the front door and run straight up the stairs into my bedroom. I shove in my headphones and throw my head back onto my pillow, this day has been mentally and physically draining, least to mention a complete and utter fucking disaster.

I hear a knock on my door startling me from my semi content state "come in" I shrug as I pull my pillows up behind me, plump them and then rest against them, ruby opens the door, bopping up and down to some tune she is singing as she walks in.

"What do you want?" I huff in annoyance

"Can I borrow your boots tomorrow?" she asks nonchalently, suddenly she diverts her gaze to my bedroom floor where all of my things were scattered "hey what is this--" she picks the yellow sticky note that is crunched up a small ball, without hesitating I jump up and take it from her hands.

 "Nothing" I snap and shove it in my back jean pocket.

"'You'll be back', a little strange, who's it from?" she raises her brow inquisitively obviously already making her own absurd assumption, how could I be so stupid to keep that note? I should have ripped it in half and thrown in the dumpster.

"It's nothing, some people from school are just making fun of me" I lie "and yes, you can borrow them but don't scuff them, now go" I sigh in exasperation, wishing that she'd just leave. A smirk rises on her lips and she shrugs her shoulders in defeat before grabbing the pair of boots and leaving, thankfully shutting the door behind her.

"I won't be back" I whisper as I drop the small ball in the bin.

Quickly gathering my shower stuff I head out of my room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I look in the mirror and gaze at my tired reflection, I gasp slightly at the sight before me, I really am a sight for sore eyes, I barely have any make up left on and my hair is a complete mess. I look terrible; no wonder Jai wanted me to leave. I undress myself in front of a mirror and look at my naked body; I see deep purple hickeys all over my olive skin, it looks like I’ve been scattered with bruises, bruises of his cruel, unwarranted affection, the scars of my vulnerability. I turn on the faucet, the warm water instantly steaming up the mirror in front of me; I hop in the shower and pull across the shower curtain. the hot water drenches my body calming my nerves, the water pouring onto the tender purple marks making them sting. I grab a bottle of shampoo from the rack and pour the coconut scented liquid into my palms and rub them together creating a thick lather and rub it to my scalp, the smell of coconut soon fumigating the room. I sit down on the cold tile floor and let the water drench my naked state, how could I have been so stupid? I flinch as I imagine his cold breath tickling my neck, his fingers digging into my waist. After some time I turn off the faucet and hop out of the shower creating a puddle of warm water on the floor beneath me. I grab a towel from the rack and walk towards the large mirror, I am about wipe it of steam when written in deep red lipstick is his cursive handwriting:

 I'm sorry

My heart stops beating for a moment. Was he here? What does he want from me? I am frozen in this spot, completely unable to move; I re-read the words 'I'm sorry' several times until I feel like I am going to explode, his persistant invasion of my privacy is so overwhelming that it reduces me to tears. I sink to the floor, the cold tiles chilling my naked body. I'm angry and mad and confused and scared and honestly at a loss, he's driving me insane. He has no right to come in to my house without permission. He has no right to treat me like shit and then expect me to forgive him. I pull myself from the floor and hold the towel tight to my body as I push open the bathroom door. I look from left to right nervy that I could bump into someone, such as Ruby, who will taunt me and lecture me until I give up and slink to my room. I feel bile rise in my throat as I take in the sight before me. There is a trail of red liquid leading from the bathroom to my bedroom where the door has been propped open.