Isabella and Kane

Chapter 5

It's weird that I allowed him or whom ever to sleep next to me each night but oddly I felt safe. It wasn't a feeling that I was used to so I welcomed it. I didn't know if this was his room so I made no fuss about it. I know that it was wrong of me to feel lonely when it's all I have ever known. But being cooped up in this room made me feel like a prisoner. Yes I got amazing stuffs but why didn't anyone want to talk to me? It was minutes to 11 and I was about to give up because it didn't look like he was about to come. When I heard the key turning into the lock. Then the familiar voice said

"Kit, go outside"

Then the door closed. Since the lights was off I neither of us could see and his footsteps were almost inaudible. The bathroom door shut then the lights turned on. Showing that he didn't want it to wake me. After about 20 minutes the lights turned off, the door opened and he went into the walk in closet. How could he see all this??? Few minutes later the bed sank and arms engulfed me. I turned around and said

"why do you always lock me in the room and disappear before I wake up"

I know I should have probably asked for his name, however this snatched my curiosity. He didn't tense; so he wasn't frightened or shocked that I was awake. It was almost as if he knew. But how?

"Because I don't want you to leave and because you don't wake up early" was all he said in a nonchalant tone.

"Oh. Why don't you want me to go?" I questioned.

"Because your mine" he replied.

"How?" I muttered.

"Why were you crying today?", "Don't you like puppies?" He continued.

"Because I'm trapped in this room. It's lonely here." I said just then realising that he stilled has his arms around me and how awkward this is. Doing it when I was sleeping was one thing but this was completely different!!! I tried to scoot away from him. When his arms tightened and he snapped

"Don't move"
I unconsciously stiffened preparing for curses or a round of abuse. I could feel anger radiating off him when I did that. In seconds he was out of the bed and the lights were on. Then he came over me and tore my clothes off me. So fast that I couldn't react. I was there bare in front of him and all I felt was embarrassment.... my body was painted in bruises and scars. All I could do was turn my back and cover my face... then I got up off the bed and stooped in the corner, knowing that he probably didn't want someone like me in his bed anymore. This very moment I wished that I would die. All the pain and hurt raced through my mind...

"Stop crying and come here" his voice void of humour.

I got up with my head bowed, from embarrassment and reluctantly walked to him. He used his hand and forced my head up.

"Who. The. Hell. Did. This. To. You!" He said every word coated with anger.

It was then I realised that his torso was bare as he was only wear an underpants.

"No one." I quickly lied

Yes my father was evil but he was still my father and he took care of me. My body shook; both from embarrassment and the pain that I was expected. I started to whimper. I started to stoop when he grabbed me and walk towards the bed. He pushed me gently forcing me to sit. Went into the closet and grabbed one of his shirts, throw it on me then went to turn off the lights. I had quickly put on the black T-shirt when he came on the bed then slowly turned me and wrapped his arms around me. I lied there still both from surprise and embarrassment. I wasn't sure if he fell asleep but I still asked

"May I go outside tomorrow?"

"As long as you don't leave" he said blankly.

Wether he was still angry or not; I wasn't sure.

"Why did you buy me all those stuffs?" I questioned quietly.

But he didn't respond. He tucked his head into shoulders and cradled me. Pushing me into a blissful sleep.