The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 10

I rubbed my eyes with my little fist. Seating up, I felt a little warm, no churn in my stomach, no nausea, no headache. But I was sweating a little. I looked at my bandaged arm, I could still feel a little pain but It was better than yesterday. 

"How do you feel?" A voice said, I turned to the doorway and saw the man standing. I return my stare back to the bandage on my arm. "Let's give you a bath." 

I shook my head "no" grabbing the sheet firmly. "Oh come on, I've seen everything yesterday, you wouldn't let the maid bathe you so I did," He said, sitting beside me. We stayed in silence before he spoke again. "It will be quick, I promise, and there'll be bubbles," he said while rolling his eyes, maybe he was thinking I'll jump off the bed, I didn't even care about bubbles. He picked me up. Dropping me in the soapy water, after pulling my clothes of course. 

"You're not very talkative, huh? You've not spoken since you arrived here." He said while washing my arms with the sponge. "You've got lots of scars for your age, how did it happen?" 

I immediately withdrew my hand from his, hiding them in the soapy water with little bubbles, where he couldn't see. I looked away from him as my eyes watered. 

"Okay, I understand if you don't wanna tell, is not my fucking business, I understand." He said, before getting up and walking away. I felt a pang in my heart, I had hurt him and I was so useless. I thought about it while biting my bottom lip. He walked back in the bathroom with a towel, he didn't look happy. He rinsed me before wrapping the towel around me. He was about to walk away when.

"A-anthony," I said softly, he turned back staring at me.

"What or who is Anthony?" He asked, in pure confusion. 

I pointed at my burn. "Oh, so is Anthony that did that, but who is this Anthony kid?" He asked, crouching down to my height. 

"O-old p-papa," I stammered.

"Oh, your father did that? What of your mama?"

I looked down at my feet, "s-sleeping." I said.

"Sleep-ing?" He asked with a raised brow, and I gave him a little nod.

"Like she'll never wake?"  I nodded again.

"I can see you're not comfortable with this discussion, maybe we'll talk about this another time." He said.

He grabbed my hand while raising to his normal height, we walked back to the room, he left my hand walking to the cupboard, I dried my hair then my body but I had the towel around my waist. 

"I bought these clothes for you," he said, pulling out some clothes from the shopping bag. I stare at him, not knowing what to say. He gave me the red pants, which I put on without him turning around. I didn't know why, but I was slowly building a bridge of trust between him and me, "Lemme help you with the jeans," he said. I gladly agreed but didn't show it, I kept a straight face. After he'd finished dressing me, he lifted me up to stand on the chair so I could see my reflection in the mirror as he combed my hair. 

I saw a boy, a little sad, but the bags under his eyes were gone, the bruised and the puffy eyes too. The boy didn't look like an imp, he looked normal, but something was missing, a smile probably. 

"Done!" He said with a happy sigh, I looked at my hair that was combed to the back, it had its vibrant dark colour, they were touching my shoulders. I think my hair was longer than some girls' hair. 

"Now, we're done, I still have someone to speak with, then we can go out," He said. I hopped from the chair, he was surprised. "Didn't know you could do that."