Savior

Sex, Love, and Questions

I woke up to The Boss cuddled up behind me. One arm was under my neck and one arm was around my waist. I turn around to face him and reposition myself in his arms. He so warm and non-threatening looking in his sleep. I take this time to study his face. He has scars on his face. One down the middle of his eyebrow, one on his chin and another on his cheek. I reach my hand out and trace the scar on his chin then move my hand up to trace the scar on his cheek. Just as I'm about to trace the one on his eyebrow his eyes flutter open.

His eyes meet mine and he swallows. He closes his eyes and leans his head into me. I put my hand on his head and run my fingers through his hair. It's so soft. Like the blanket my mom bought me for my 16th birthday. I miss that blanket and I miss my mom. I wonder if they are looking for me. Or if Emma told them some bullshit lie and that's why I haven't been found yet.

I miss my old house. I used to live in the suburbs in a gorgeous two story house in the middle of  College Station, Tx. My next door neighbor was Emma. We did everything together. She was my other half and the sister I never had. I miss how we were back then. Everything changed once we got to college. I miss my parents the most. Even my annoying older brother that always beat me up. One day I'll see them again. Maybe in Heaven, because I don't think I'm ever getting out of here.

I'm deep in thought when The Boss squeezes my body with his arms and in one swift move, he's on top of me and my back is on the bed. I slowly look into his eyes and swallow. I slightly move my leg and that's when I feel it, his bulge is pressing against my thigh. I look down and look back up at him and he looks into my eyes as if he's searching for something.

He puts his hand on my face and caresses my cheek. I tense my jaw and look at his lips. He looks down at my lips and then down to my breast, his hand slowly travels from my face to my neck, then to the top of my dress.

"I picked this dress out for you," he says more to himself than to me, "do you like it?" he asked looking back at my eyes.

I nod yes and look down at his hand then back up to his eyes. I reach up and touch his face and trace his scar. I wanted to know what happened. I needed to know.

"What happened to your face?" I blurted. My eyes went wide. I shouldn't of asked him. He doesn't like being questioned I remembered. He raises his hand and I close my eyes as hard as I could. I could basically feel the slap coming. But it never did.

I opened my eyes to see him unbuttoning my dress. My heart skipped a beat. This was it. It was finally happening. I wanted this. Electricity was shooting through my veins. I needed him to touch me.

He slipped off my dress and looked at my body. He took his hand and traces the scars on my legs and then the ones on my belly. His jaw clenched and unclenched so many times. Like he was angry that this happened to me. Does he not remember that he put me here?

I quickly became self conscious and went to cover my body back up. He stopped my hand and pulled them away from my body. He pulled off his clothes and laid on top of me. He took a deep breath and let it out.

"I needed our body's to touch. Skin to skin. You're so soothing to be around. I hated having you in there with those other girls. I bought you for myself. At the time I wasn't in charge. Otherwise you would've been up here with me a long time ago," he stated looking up at me.

I don't even know what to say to that. If he wanted me so bad why did he put me through all that pain? Why not buy me like Sam did Sara? Why did he let me suffer?

I didn't want to say anything about what he just said before I learn more about him. There's no way he's telling the truth about any of this. He's probably just lonely and wanting company. Right now, I'm the cleanest out of the other girls. That's why he wants me so bad.