Trapped

Part 3

I sat there for a very long time, recollecting on the things I did. I was sitting in a pool of blood. Emma's blood. I had to get up and clean this.

Dusky was licking it, which was gross. I stood up, wiped my tears and took dusky in my arms. I kept her on the couch and instructed to sit. She did. She was quite obedient.

I walked towards the bathroom and washed my hands and touched my thumb. I winced in pain when I massaged it softly. It was a sprain and not a fracture. I washed my hands with soap and my face.

I looked at myself at the mirror, I felt guilty. I don't know why. I was the victim and yet I was in guilt. I had never physically hurt anyone like this. My parents always treated everyone with respect, so did I. There was never loud noises and high tones of anger in our house. But I was always the hot tempered person. The impatient one. The person who thought after action. Even though I have grown older, I still act immature sometimes. I knew it that sometimes I can be really pain in the ass.

I looked at myself, Why did I feel like this ? Who is she to me? No one. Then why was I worried? Why was I punishing myself with guilt? I slowly touched my wrist looking down... The recent bruises were fading. The previous bruises had disappeared almost instantly over night, which was strange.

I nodded my head and tried to pull my shirt over my head and then realized I was handcuffed.

Dumbass.

I pushed the t-shirt down back again. I really needed a shower. I looked at the scissor at the floor, I took a deep breath and thought - I own her a t-shirt.

Once I tore the t-shirt and got rid of my boxers I stood under the shower. Closing my eyes, replaying how I hurt her, how she looked at me, how her tears flowed down, how she gripped me, how her body was on me, how she screamed for help from her eyes, how ferocious she was, how she made me crazy, how I had started liking her stubbornness, how calm she was enduring all the pain I gave her, How much I hated her calmness, how much I hated her that it killed me. I ran my fingers through my hair. Fuck!!! I screamed and slowly calmed down.

Once I was out, I opened her cupboard. Damn, She had nothing. Just five T-shirts - dark blue, dark green, grey, black, white and two jeans - Black and Blue. She had one jacket which she wore when she walked away. Two sets of gym clothes - Both Black. One Black Hoodie. Her intimates - just a few. Some socks, three to be precise. Towels. Two pajamas, five boxers and five loose T-shirts - all white. What's wrong with this lady. I have never met any woman in my life with only minimal clothes, Most of the women I have met, their clothes would flow out as a volcano.

I pulled out one boxers and planned to be shirtless, because I couldn't wear it being handcuffed. Then I walked towards the kitchen, pulled out the mop and cleaned the whole house. I saw the blood drain... I was feeling sick. I pored the blood water into the toilet and flushed. I searched for a kitchen towel, wiped the furniture and walls with all blood prints.

Every time I cleaned the prints, I thought of her. Was she alright ? When she would come back ? would she pass out while driving ? I was worried. Damn Mew! What is wrong with you! You hate her. HATE HER. Got It ? I shook my head, talking to myself.

Dusky was looking me at confusingly. I looked at her.

"Don't even ask about it."

She barked.

"I said don't ask!" I told her.

She barked again.

"Oh forget it!!" I said annoyingly. I continued cleaning.

Once I was done, I washed myself. And slowly slugged at the couch, dusky climbed on me and started licking my face. I looked at her and smiled.

"You're just like your owner you know that ? You never Give up..." She looked at me cutely.