His Possession

Chapter Fifty-Three:

I let out a heavy sigh as I began to undress myself. My body was sore and tired, I wanted nothing more than to sleep the rest of the day and wake up in Luca's bed. I brushed off the depressing thought and climbed into the shower, feeling the warm water sprinkle down on my dirty skin.

I felt really good, but also stung like a bitch with all my open wounds.

I turned down the heat and began washing my body, cautiously scrubbing around my wounds to ensure that I wouldn't get any soap in them. The water was much cooler now, and it felt a lot better.

I glanced down at the ugly cut that Damon had made on my chest and cringed. It was going to scar for sure. I shook my head, letting the water fall down on my face as I began scrubbing my scalp with shampoo.

It smelt like overpowering perfume, which I hated. I didn't have a choice, as it was the only bottle in here besides the matching conditioner that came with it. I rinsed my hair and shampooed it again, ensuring that I got all of the dirt and oil off my scalp.

My heart sank when I heard a loud knock at the door, "Hurry up." I quickly yelled back in acknowledgement and washed out the conditioner. I was finally at peace, since I was all alone in this bathroom.

It was a lot better than my cell, and I wanted to stay in here forever.

I couldn't though, I had to go back to that horrible dirty cell. I was very excited to finally get out of this house tomorrow, but I was terrified that Damon was going to kill Luca. I had to do something to stop it.

I quickly climbed out of the shower, leaving it on as I redressed in some new clothing I was given. I slipped on the jeans and white t-shirt, feeling much better now that I was cleaned.

The shower was still running as I dug through the drawers, which silenced my rummaging and searching since the running water was so loud.

My fingers scanned through the drawers as I looked for something that could help me tomorrow. I felt myself smile when I pulled out a small pair of tweezer; tucking them into my front pocket and turning off the shower.

I pushed open the door as if I was just stepping out and made some noise so it wasn't obvious I was already out. I walked back over to the vanity and began brushing out my hair. I looked normal now, but I certainly didn't feel normal. I had a pit in my stomach that was ready to burst at any second.

"Are you almost done?" I heard the knob on the door click and I jumped towards it.

"I'm getting dressed! Fuck off!" I screamed and pretended to sound worried, but I was actually completely dressed. I needed to play this off carefully, because I was never going to give up. I needed to get out of here alive, with Luca. I wasn't going to let Damon succeed.

"Well fucking hurry up, I don't have all day to stand around while you pretty yourself up." He mocked and I gritted my teeth, fixing my hair once more before stepping out into the rather chilly air.

Jacob looked over at me and pushed off the wall, leading me back down the hall. "I'm not carrying you again, so keep up." He grumbled as I struggled to keep pace with him. My body was still sore, and I was hoping that they would wrap up my wounds.

I expected Jacob to lead me back down the stairs, but he continued down the hallway, making my face contort up in confusion. "Where are we going?" I asked, looking up at him with hope.

"You're staying in Damon's room tonight." He cracked a smile and I felt my heart drop. "Part of your punishment for disobeying." I shook my head and averted my eyes. I knew he was going easy on me earlier. He always had more up his sleeve.