His Possession

Chapter Twenty-One:

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW

The rest of the night I had no more dreams. No more thoughts of my parents, and no more fear. I felt at ease finally, like a huge weight had lifted off my chest. I couldn't stop thinking about Luca, my thoughts were riddled with him. I felt compelled by him. I was so intrigued by him, yet frightened. One moment he was as cold as ice, yet the next he was kind.

I found my eyes slowly fluttering open, greeted by the bright light shining in through the curtains. I let out a deep groan, stretching my arms as far as I could and yawning. I actually felt, well rested.

I tossed over, noticing that Luca wasn't in bed with me. He was probably already up and dealing with business.

I felt guilty for getting so close to him last night, after all, he did kidnap me and completely steal my life away from me. I did not agree with his actions, not one bit, but there wasn't much I could do about it. As much as I wanted to continue screaming at him and causing havoc, it was useless and wasn't going to solve anything.

I pushed the covers off of my body, glancing over at the clock.

10:42AM

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, I was feeling gross. I decided that it was time to shower, because I had no idea when I would ever get the chance again. Walking over to the bathroom, I opened the door and quickly shut it behind me. I wanted to be as quick as possible, not wanting Luca to get any ideas.

My mind flashed to that night in the woods, when he had kissed me. I couldn't even remember the last time I was kissed, let alone like that. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was rough and demanding. His lips were full of lust, and desperate for dominance. I couldn't get the taste or smell of him off of me, he was everywhere.

I turned towards the giant shower, turning it on and letting the water warm up. I was feeling all sticky and gross from my nightmare last night. My nose scrunched up when I smelt the sour smell coming from me.

My hair had been matted up, and I had scratches all over my face. I noticed the bandage around my throat, slowly pulling it off and looking at my wound. It wasn't nearly as bad as yesterday, luckily Luca hadn't cut me very deep and I didn't require stitches. It had started to change in colour, from a deep red angry gash, to something a lot lighter and less noticeable. I was thankful for whoever tended to me.

I quickly peeled back my dirty clothes, stripping completely naked and stepping into the shower. The hot water felt like bliss on my dirty body. I never thought I would be this thankful for a shower in my life.

I grabbed the only soap that I could find, scrubbing roughly at my caked with dirt skin. It looked like my skin had turned a shade darker with all this dirt and grime. I scrubbed and scrubbed into my skin turned raw and red, feeling satisfied. I began working on my hair, lathering up as much shampoo that I could hold in my palm and slapping it all over my head.

It felt like magic. My scalp was dry and itchy, and the soap seemed to calm that. It smelt like eucalyptus, not too strong but not too subtle. I ran my fingers through my hair, seeing the dirt rinse out from it. I cringed when I pulled a dried leaf out of my hair, shuddering and tossing it down the drain.

I took almost double the amount of conditioner, smearing it all over my scalp and working my fingers through the knots of my hair. It took a few minutes, since many of them were huge and hard to get out with only my fingers.

Once I was done, I turned off the shower and stepped out.

The temperature change from the hot shower and the coolness of the bathroom made me shudder, feeling a chill come on. I grabbed a towel from the rack, and wrapped it around my body.