His Possession

Chapter Thirty:

I went back to my bedroom and immediately headed over to the shower. I felt slick with dirt and sweat, and I figured that a shower would make me feel better. I had bruises all over my body and I was growing more and more sore by the minute.

I guess the pain medication was fading off very fast, and there wasn't much I could do. Maybe I'd ask Luca for one after seeing Julie.

I flicked on the shower and stripped off my clothing. Cuts and scrapes covered my legs and arms, but I knew that they would heal soon enough. The warm water again felt amazing on my skin, and I was careful enough not to rip out my stitches. I didn't need more injuries to deal with.

I scrubbed my hair and body multiple times. All the while, I was still thinking about Luca. The weight had come off my shoulders, but I still felt the guilty weighing in my stomach. What would my friends think of me now? What would Julie say? What am I even doing? I shook my head frantically and pushed it underneath the flowing shower head.

I wasn't going to get too comfortable with Luca now. He needed to prove to me that I could trust him. He still did all these horrible things to me, and even though I did say I forgave him, I don't know if I really do. Now that I think of it, I feel like a silly school girl. I was completely swooning over him, and couldn't think straight for myself.

My emotions were all over the place, causing me to feel like I was on a rollercoaster that was never ending. One second I was sad, then I was happy, then I was feeling in love, and then I felt like shit again.

I hated this.

I have never had these kinds of issues with my emotions before, they were horrible.

I let out a frustrated groan and climbed out of the shower. I wrapped my body up in a white fluffy towel hanging beside me, and walked back out into the bedroom slowly. I needed to grab some clothing that I could wear.

The cool air brushed against my skin and I shuddered as I walked over to the dresser.

"Hello, Kitten." A low voice called out from the bed.

A gasp escaped my lips and I jerked around to the noise. My head spun and I attempted to focus my eyes back onto Luca. He sat on the bed with a smirk applied to his lips. His eyes trained on my body that was nearly exposed to his greedy eyes. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared over at him, attempting to scare him away with my hard eyes.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked hotly and gripped the towel tighter around me.

His eyes gleamed and he stood up from the bed, causing me to stumble back against the wall. I cringed from the contact and straightened myself out. I didn't want the towel to fall. I was never going to live another day if that happened.

A blush creeped onto my cheeks at the thought.

"I was going to bring you some more pain killers," he started as his eyes crept down my body. "if you wanted them." He gestured over to the bedside dresser which had some pills and a glass of orange juice. Gross. I hated orange juice.

I turned my eyes back to him, "Thank you, I was going to ask for them after my shower." I dug my nails into the towel tighter when I felt his eyes roam over my chest. "Quit looking at me like that. I don't like it." I quickly snapped again, feeling anxious.

His bright eyes went back up to my face and he straightened himself. "My apologies, Kitten. I'll leave you to get dressed and then Tyler will bring you up to see Julie." He spoke formally and firm.

I gave him a nod, "Thanks, Luca." I turned my back to him and began looking for some clothing to wear. I could hear his footsteps retreating away from me and I sighed heavily. The weight lifted off my chest as I searched through the drawers.