Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 18

I had spent about an hour washing myself with a cloth, since I didn't dare taking a shower and make my bandages wet, and the rest of the time I had spent looking at the clothes and dressing myself in a pair of sweats and a new T-shirt. The clothes were at totally different ends of a scale, being either too revealing or too baggy. I guess Harry had never heard of woman fashion. Still, I was grateful having something for myself. The man-boxers were especially awkward.

I had kept the lace underwear on and even adored myself in the mirror for a bit. Never in a million years had I thought that I would were something like that. I never really had the money to afford more than the cheap dollar-store underwear but I also wasn't really the girl to go crazy on shopping. Especially not underwear shopping. 

But I was bored now again. It was a constant conflict if I wanted Harry to come back so my mind wouldn't get the upper hand or if I didn't want him back because he was an asshole with rage problems. 

Again, the universe made the decision for me. The lock of the room turned with a loud click and I sat upright, hoping it would be either Willow or Nova appearing in the doorway. I really needed to apologize to Nova.

It wasn't one of the girls, sadly. Harry walked into the room with easy strides, not really acknowledging me and put a plate with steaming food on the nightstand. He walked over to the large chair in the room, lifted it easily from the ground and moved it so that it was only a meter away from the bed. The muscles in his arms grew significantly when lifting the heavy object, making the sleeves of his shirt tighten.

He let his body fall down in the chair before finally acknowledging me. His forest-green eyes scanned my face. His gaze was empty and cold. 

"Kitten." He stated, a smirk creeping onto his face as he scanned my body again. When our eyes met again, he signed to the plate that stood on the nightstand. "Eat." 

Without a word I hungrily dug into the food, which was rice with chicken, and finished it within ten minutes. Harry's gaze never left my face. It was a bit uncomfortable but I tried not to mind as I continued eating. I only had eaten the yoghurt this morning which made my stomach clench happily around the food. When I finished eating, Harry took the plate away and discarded it on the nightstand. 

"I got you something." He announced, making me frown questioningly. First, the clothes and now something else? While in the few weeks I had been there, I hadn't had anything that was mine. I had to wear his clothes, eat his food and use his toiletries. The only thing that I had gotten was a tooth brush.

His hands dug into the tight pocket of his skinny jeans, retrieving a silver bracelet. It made me frown even more. Why would he get me jewellery? A sudden thought about him pimping me out crossed my head quickly, making the blood disappear from my face. Maybe he was making me pretty to sell me out..

"Give me you ankle." He demanded, holding his hands out. I hesitantly moved my leg from my cross-legged position and held it out towards him. His strong fingers clasped around my ankle, pulling me towards him easily. The silver was cold against my skin. His long fingers closed the clasp easily. 

Upon inspecting it a bit more, the clasp was different than the usual. It was thicker and resembled a clicking system. The anklet was also a bit thicker than usual. Harry must have seen my eyes inspecting it, his smirk growing. It caused goosebumps to travel across my skin. His grin made his eyes darken, which gave him a sinister look. 

"How do you like your present?" He simply asked, letting one of his fingers trace the skin around the bracelet. My breath hitched in my throat and when I didn't respond immediately, his eyes narrowed. 

"It's different." Was all I could bring out. It wasn't specifically pretty.

"It's a tracker." Harry answered, making my head shoot up. "You can leave the room if you want to from now on"