Good Boy

Chapter 8

 I opened my eyes to be surrounded by dirt and saw the trees were looking down on me. "Kai!" I yelled searching around. My knee wasn't wrapped anymore, but it hurt to move. They abandoned me out here. They did it because I'm a burden to keep. I'm just taking up room in their luxurious home. Tears were stinging my eyes as I tried to get up off the ground only to be held back down with the pain in every part of me. "Oh my god!" I yelled laying back down on the earth. 

Lay lied and said he'd protect me. He said I could stay until I was better. I'm in the middle of the woods again. I didn't even try to keep from yelling out in pain. I was in pain. Maybe an animal will come and tear me apart. No one wants or needs me. I manage to turn onto my stomach and crawl to a tree. I used my good leg to help me stand, putting my weight on the tree. I leaned against the tree to see I was back in the same place Young left me. My eyes scanned bushes and into dark corners when I caught something. "Why haven't you come home, babe?"  Young smiled, leaning against his car. I didn't even see him drive in.

"I tried." I whimpered. He pushed himself off the car and started toward me. His steps looked unreal. "Please, I'm sorry." I begged. He was now almost in my face. His hand lifted till it was in level with my face

 I  woke up, expecting to see Kai still sitting next to me, but instead I was laying down. A knitted blanket was draped over me. I sat up slowly still aware of my injuries. The tv was turned down low and the lights were off. Outside the light sky I saw before was now dark. Did I sleep through the day? Rain was dropping on the window. It still rained even though it was the middle of June. Everyone must have left since it was quiet throughout the house except for the low hum from the tv and refrigerator. I let out a deep breath. I could feel myself shaking, it was all a dream. They didn't desert me. I pulled one of my legs up so my chin could rest on it. I must have a crying problem because before I knew it I was uncontrollably weeping into my arm. 

Eventually, I managed to stop, I wiped my eyes and wrapped the blanket around me. The comforting smell of vanilla surrounded me and I knew this blanket probably came from Kai's room. I couldn't help but smile. 

 I tried to pay attention to the work out infomercial on the tv. The incredibly skinny, tan woman and tan, buff beefcake smiling at the tv as they advertised their exercise DVD, which probably doesn't even work, but I couldn't keep my mind on it. it wondered, like where did they go? Is this Kai's blanket? Stupid questions I could only think of when I'm bored, and hungry. I threw my legs over the edge of the couch and tried standing. I used the back of the couch as my support. My leg didn't hurt as bad as it had before, but I still couldn't put pressure on it without wanting to scream out. That means I can probably start going back to work in a few days. Then after that it's back to Young's house. That is if he lets me.

I entered the kitchen and searched the fridge. I didn't want to eat up their food, as that would be rude and I wasn't raised in a barn. I grabbed one egg and a slice of cheese. I located a pan in a cabinet by the stove and placed it on the burner. I mixed spices, as I watched Lay do this morning, into my eggs. I poured it into the hot pan and laid the cheese on it. Once it was done I put it on a plate and ate at the counter. It was just as boring here as it was at my house. Upon finishing my eggs I came to the conclusion it's boring staying home at all houses. 

I sat at the counter picking at the wrapping around my hand. Curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't help but know what happened to my hand. Why was it bleeding? I don't remember Young doing anything to my hands- then again I was knocked unconscious and anything could have happened. I unwrapped the bondage which shrouded me from seeing the damage. The pain was relevant as I got closer to the gauze which was covering it. Finally the bandage was off and in front of me was teeth marks. Kinds you'd only see in a movie. I wanted to pick at them, but the discomfort of my finger touching the open wound prevented any further examination.