I climb out of the shower and wrap up in a towel. I don’t bother getting dressed. I sit on the bed my head propped up on the pillow and blankly stare at the ceiling.
What is happening to me? Maybe I’m the one who’s supposed to be in the padded room. Imagining things i shake my head and inhale deeply and wait until Jay comes back into the room. After thirty minutes of staring at the intricate pattern on the ceiling Jay walks into the room with a tray. I give him a soft smile. He gives one in return and sets the tray on the side table.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
My heart rate quickens and I breathe deeply before giving a fake smile, “Of course, why do you ask?”
He looks into my eyes, trying to catch me in a lie, “Because you still have a towel on and you got out of the shower 30 minutes ago. And as much as of like to think that it was for me I know it isn’t.” he sighs. “It's my fault if I hadn’t taken you you wouldn’t be so stressed. It didn’t help that we cornered you in the kitchen this smorn-“
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I try and assure him.
“I took-“
“Look my life was a mess before it's just I can’t stand sitting around doing nothing. In use to partaking in business. Doing my part in the clubs. Figuring out the subjects. It's not like I was ever gonna be able -nevermind.” I say and stand up.
“Do what?” he asks sitting next to me.
“Uh nothing I got to go.” I tell him standing up.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he says.
I cross my arms, “Why not?”
“Um you’re still…” he waves at my towel and I collapse on the bed groaning.
“Seriously what’s wrong?” he asks. And his eyes quickly slide down then back up. My towels loosening. I sigh and grab some clothes as I walk into the bathroom. Quickly I dress and walk back out of the room.
“Can you just..” I drift off as I open his door than decide against it and close it. “Can you just forget about me and let me go? Please?”
I look at his eyes as they furrow in confusion. “You really hate me that much?” he says in a hurt voice.
“Actually no. I like you that much.” I try to explain. “I'm a mess Jay. I don’t know who the hell I am. I can’t keep going through life panicking and leaning on someone else. I need to go to something that I can’t do here. With people protecting me and preventing me from doing, my whole life I’ve been riding the bus I’ve been handed. I want to be a cop. Go undercover. Investigate. Profile bad people Jay. I want to help.”
“At least stay… one more night,” he smirks. Planning something I assume. I sigh and nod my head.
“Don’t do anything stupid.” I tell him.
“I’m not,” he smirks and locks his bedroom door. I take a step back, and I feel the old thoughts hit me. The ones where I used men to help put away my feelings. I close my eyes in inhale deeply then exhale.
“Jay,” I whisper and shake my head. I refuse to let a tear slip out of my face as I push pass him, muttering I’m sorry and run down the stairs. I can’t do this to another person. I cant do this to myself again. I hear someone in the kitchen drop something as I swing open the door and slam it, almost catching the loose part of my backpack behind me and I run down the road. Refusing to cry. I run as far as I can which I think was around 20 miles before I finally get sick. As far as I can tell no one has followed me.i try to remember the directions to Justins apartment. Finally exhausted I figured I might as well hitch a ride. I put my arm out and stick up my thumb hoping it isn’t some creep that stops .
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Trapped
General Fiction"***WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT BE ADVISED!*** She sleeps around. But she's just trying to get away from the never ending nightmares that follow her everywhere she goes. She brakes hearts and she doesn't even know. She can't be held down by one guy, she...
