Bruises and Bitemarks-Septiplier

Ch.4

Jacks pov

" whos Sarah ?" He asks me walking back over to me. "S-shes my therapist" I say nervously.

"she text you asking where you've been for you last few appointments, why didn't you show up?" he asks sitting next to me.

I dont want to tell him, but I dont want to be hurt again either. I guess I have no choice.

"Sean?" he says again stroking my thigh, I flinch and jump a bit, "theres no need to be scared of me, just answer my questions honestly and I won't hurt you" he says almost reassuringly.

"i- I didn't want to go to them.." I say quietly. "okay" he says as he go's through some more of my texts and contacts.

"w-whats the time?" I ask him nervously. " its 3:30pm, why don't you go take a shower darling, i'll go get you some new towels and clothes" he says getting up.

"o-okay" I say nervously, i get up and yelp  in pain, holding my shoulder. "ill stitch that up first, wait here" he says walking out of the room.

Hes crazy! Hes fucking crazy! What the hell am I going to do? I dont want to get hurt again, but i dont want to stay here either. And I definitely dont want to do what he tells me. He comes back with a first aid box.

Darks pov

I walk into the room with first aid box, he looks so scared, there's blood everywhere but I dont really care, he should have listened to me the first time.

I sit next to him as he jumps away from me, "s-sorry" he says scooting back over to me. Aww how cute.

"its fine darling" I say grabbing a needle and thread from the box. He looks at the needle terrified.

"its not going to hurt as bad as you think, just relax your shoulders" I say facing him.

He relaxes his shoulders uneasily, i start to stitch him up as he hisses in pain, "s-shit!" he says with his teeth gritted in pain.

"no swearing baby" I say, it seems so wrong coming from his mouth.
"s-sorry" he says in pain.

I finish stitching him up and move away from him grabbing a couple towels and some clothes.

"the showers down the hall to your right,  dont go in any other rooms, dont lock the door and call me straight away once you come out" I say emphasizing dont lock the door.

"u-uh o-okay" he says scratching the back of his neck. "dont worry about me walking in darling its just incase of an emergency" I say reassuringly.

He nods as he gets up slowly and walks down the hall.

Jack pov

I go into the bathroom and close the door, I look in mirror, only not realizing how much blood is all over me right now.

I can see the gashes in my stomach and shoulder, they will definitely scar, how the hell do I explain this to anyone?!

I sigh and turn on the shower, best if I just shower for now, I think talking my clothes and bandages off and stepping in.

I sit down and look down as my blood mixes with the water.
I hold my head in my hands sitting against the wall of the shower and start to cry.

Why me of all people? Haven't I been through enough? I hate this. I hate him. I hate myself.

And worst off all i have to listen to him or else i'll probably be murdered by him!

I notice a razor by the did of the shower, a couple of thoughts run through my head.

If I do hurt myself would he notice? If I did it in a place that was getting bandaged up anyway...

No, its too soon, had definitely figure out something is wrong, and the last thing I want to do right now is get on his bad side. He said I'm not allowed to hurt myself.

I wash my hair and get out, drying off and putting on some  fresh bandages and getting changed into the short sleeved t-shirt and black jeans he gave me, I hate short sleeves, you can see my scars.

even though they're my clothes the t-shirt was a bit to big, I guess I have lost some weight since I last wore this shirt, i tend not to eat as much when im stressed since I throw it up anyway, but the jeans fit me.

I dry my hair off and walk out of the room, I look down the hall, this house is huge! There's four more doors does the hall, along with the one I slept in, and there's a gigantic window, showing nothing but Snow covering an ocean of trees and an icy river, I look down the other end of the hall to see a stairway.

I walk up the the window, looking at the view. Its really pretty, but where the hell am I?

"the view is gorgeous isn't it?"