Tangled Up In Him (Complete)

Chapter Nine: Weak

Marcies POV:

Wake up Marcie.

Wake up...

WAKE UP.

Marcie.. up.

Alec.

Wake...

        I felt a warm cloth rubbing against my forehead and hair line.  Drops of water ran down my cheeks and tickled my jaw, but that's not what woke me.  What woke me was Alecs voice.  "Wake up Marcie." he said over and over again, which eventually gave me the strength to open my eyes.  And once I did open them, Alec's eyes lit up like a childs on christmas morning.  I shifted uncomfortably and moaned a little, my muscles acing.

"You were out for a couple days."  Alec finally said, rubbing my wet hair with the cloth.  "You're dehydrated."  he said as he handed me a glass of luke warm water.  I sat up slightly and took the glass from his hand and gulped it down in three swigs.  I took my eyes off of Alec when I noticed my new surroundings.  I looked around the room slowly as he watched my reaction.  The walls were no longer cobbled stone, they were normal walls, aside from the one brick wall on the far right side of the room.  The bricks were covered in graffitti from top to bottom.  The other walls, a plain gray color.  I looked down at the huge bed that I was laying on; the sheets were no longer white, but jet black.  "Alec..?" I began but was cut off by his responce.  "It's my room." he assured me and layed me back down.  "You wouldn't stop shivering I was afraid of you getting hyperthermia so I brought you in here." 

        This all caught me off guard.  I knew Alec kiddnapped me, and most likely had intensions of me staying with him, so why would he take me out of my cage?  I wasn't sure if he was just feeling brave or if he knew I'd be too weak to fight him off.  But right now I just didn't care; I was starving.  The kind of starving when you don't know how your body will react to food since you havent had it for so long.  Alec went to go get me something to eat while I just laid in his bed, weak, tired, and lonely.  I wasn't sure what he was getting me, or what was taking him so long but every second I waited for him I felt as if I was going to puke.  What might come out, I have no idea since I havent had any substance for most likely a week or so.  After about thirty minutes I finally heard Alec walking up the steps toward the room.  The smell of chicken filled my nostrils and made my stomach turn.  I questioned my previous hunger when he set the plate on my lap.  Don't get me wrong, it looked delicious, but honestly I wasn't sure if I remembered how to eat.  I stared at it for a while until I decided i'd have to eat it no matter what.  I picked off a little piece of chicken and stuck it in my mouth.  Instantly my mouth was watering, trying to break down the very much needed fats.  It was good but I couldn't help but feel like I was going to puke any second.  "What do you not like it?" Alec wondered as he noticed me picking at the chicken breast.  "No its great!  I just don't really feel good."  I admitted as I sucked in my bottom lip, staring at the big piece of meat.  "Eat Marcie, your weak." he said forcing a piece of meat into my mouth.  He did this until the food was gone.  I was grateful because I sure as hell didn't have the strength to do it by myself.  Afterwards I was surprised to realize I felt much better than before.

        By the end of the night I regained my strength and was able to even get out of bed and walk to the bathroom.  Alec watched me of course, like a hawk.  He knew I felt better and wanted to make sure I didn't try making any rational decisions.  To my surprise, it wasn't even a thought.  I didn't have a clue as to where I was.  If I was able to get free of Alec, I wouldn't know where to go.  He'd most definitely find me.  Even if, by chance, he didn't find me and I made it back home, no one would be waiting for me.  My father didn't give a shit about me before I left, he probably hasn't even noticed.  I'd be going 'home' to nothing and no one.  The more I thought about it,  Alec was more of a father figure to me than my actual father was.  Alec actually took care of me when I needed it.  He bought me clothes and fed me, which is all I really needed.

        Alec let me spend the night with him in his room after I begged him not to send me back to the 'dungeon'.  I hated it down there.  I was alone in a dark room with only a bed to keep me company.  I liked it a lot more up here were there was heat and a bathroom.  I had been using the old rusty bucket to relieve myself into and was chucking it out of the window.

Me and Alec laid in his bed together.  His bed was nice and warm so he didn't have to hold me anymore.  Instead we just laid in silence, on either side of the bed, staring at the ceiling.  For some odd reason  I found myself imagining him holding me again, the icey smell of his after shave lightly brushing my nose.  I found myself thinking too hard about this so I decided to just push it to the back of my mind.

"Alec?"  I finally broke the silence after about an hour in the dark.  "Hmm?"

"Is it ok if I shower?" I asked him carefully.  Everything was changing so fast and I was a little scared of asking for yet another thing from him.  "Uh sure." he said while getting up and looking for some fresh clothes for me to wear.  When I was asleep he had given me a pair of his harem pants to keep me warm but on account of my mini coma I had been wearing them for a few days.  He threw me a burgundy jumper and another pare of harem pants, black.  I got up carefully and made my way to the shower.