CAGED

Chapter 19: Uneasy

My head aches horribly as I attempt to pry my eyes open despite the stabbing feeling behind them. I manage to crack my eyelids enough to see the ceiling of a room though, by the feel of the bed I'm on, it isn't mine. I force my eyes to widen and take in my surroundings, confusion clouding my thoughts.

The room isn't particularly large, it was big enough to be comfortable and small enough to be cozy. The bed I'm on is a full size with a cloud like matress. There's a set of chester drawers opposite the bed, and a door that's cracked open that leads to a closet. There isn't much else in the room except for a suitcase.

I squeeze my eyes shut against the splitting migraine building in my mind. I try to remember exactly what happened but I'm left with very short snippets and even more confusion. I focus what little energy I have on piecing the memory puzzle together.

I remember my room being trashed and me breaking the mirror in the bathroom. I remember having a breakdown in my bed until I passed out. I remember Jason being at the door, and telling me to clean. Suddenly the rest bursts into place and I moan as I clutch my head in agony. The memories flash one after another and I feel my stomach lurch; I barely have time to learn over the bed before its very meager contents end up on the carpet; tears pour from my eyes as I continue to dry heave.

I end up falling asleep again after I manage to stop gagging on nothing. The sleep is fitfull and I wake briefly several times throughout it. When I open my eyes, fully awake, I am greeted with Jesse. His opening the door is what wakes me up and I look to see him standing in the doorway, just like Jason had.

I begin to hyperventilate at the sight of him, and I bring my hand to my chest as it begins to tighten. Jesse notices this and moves from the door over to me. He folds my body into his arms and holds me until I'm able to calm myself down. Once my breathing returns to normal and my chest releases its grip, I push Jesse off of me and look up at him through my hair.

"What happened?" I ask him.

"I heard Jason and you," he answers slowly, guaging my reaction to each word. "And I went to check it out. You were such a mess, I beat the shit out of him. You passed out so I brought you to my room." I nod in understanding. "Don't freak out, I changed your clothes too. That dress you were wearing was torn and covered in blood."

For the first time since I woke up I take note of what I'm wearing. Black shorts that barely cover my thighs, and a plain grey shirt. I feel humiliated at someone having dressed me while I was unconscious.

"W-why would you do that for me?" I risk asking Jesse. "I'm just a slave Master bought, I'm not important. He d---he did what I am----meant for." I falter at the end, carefully trying to hold myself together.

"It'll make sense given time," he answers cryptically. I try to get him to expand on it, but he's stubborn and won't say another word in regards. I decide to let it go for now, making a mental note to grill him about it later.