My giant rescue

Ch. 7 - The truth

"What do you mean?" I said now completely confused.
"Okay, I can first say that I lied... about the favor," he said hesitantly. I sighed.
"Of course you did," I said in a sad voice. 
"Wait before you make assumptions, let me explain,"
He started to lean back on the chair, trying to get in a more comfortable position. With his free hand, he began to ruffle his hair. He was silent for a moment before he spoke again. 
"First I would like to clarify that it wasn't by mean attempt. The truth is that I was worried about you since the first time I saw you. You were so skinny and frail-looking. I was scared that you might die if I left you alone back there. Because of that, I needed to take you back home to at least have your wounds heal."
I looked over my body and sadly he was right. My arms were filled with scratches, scars and blue marks. Some seemed to be years old, while others were brand new.  I guess he could spot what I was during because he started to shift me so I was sitting in his open palm. There wasn't any fat on my body. My bone was clearly visible on all my limbs. I knew that I was malnourished but it was horrifying to see the state of my body. 
"I figured you wouldn't willingly come with me without there being another purpose so that's why I lied."
If that really was true, then I would be speechless. He didn't use me as every other person has done. He genuinely cared about me. It all started to fall into place, his interest to my life, his patience, and the reason he tried to cover the favor up. The question was now, what's next. I still have nowhere to go, no friends or family aside from him. 
"So what now?" I asked back.
"You eat and after that, you need a bath. While you do that I'll try to figure out what you can wear."
"But..." I tried saying, but quickly got interrupted. 
"Eat!" he said in a loud stern voice, but with no anger to be spotted. He pushed the bowl filled with soup towards me. I grumpily accepted it and started eating it. I looked up to see him smirking satisfied before he left the room. 

Once I was done he carried me to the bathroom which now wasn't that bad. The smell was still there but it wasn't as putrid as before. The now open windows definitely helped a lot. 
"Good, so I have filled you a bathtub," he said in quotation marks. "There is a towel when you are done and some clothes I have made for you. When you are all done you can simply ring the bell and I will pick you up, okay?"
"Yes, thank you,"
With that, he left the room leaving me to begin. The bathtub he was talking about was just a giant bowl, but it did the job. It was a bit tall so I had to pull myself up in order to get in, but once I did the warm water filled me with instant calmness. It felt amazing to finally clean myself properly. When I was done I jumped down and looked over to see the new clothes he was talking about. 
"It's beautiful," I say to myself. He made me a loose white dress that matched with the leggings. The dress was luckily long-armed so with it on it completely hid my skin. Even though he knows about my scars I still don't feel comfortable showing them off. I took it on and was surprised by how nice it felt to my skin. It was tight, but it still allowed my body to move freely. 
"Okay I'm all done now," I said relieved. "On to the bell." 
It was bell around my size with a rope hanging from underneath. I pulled it in one big swoop and quickly covered my ears to the loud clangs coming from it. Shortly after Peter came in and looked and surprised and happy when he saw me. 
"Wow, Emma you look beautiful with that on," he said while smiling. I started to get a bit embarrassed, although I quickly shook it off before it became visible. He lowered his hand down and I began to walk over to it. When I was sat down on his palm he started to walk back to his bedroom. He sat me down on the bed and began cleaning up the mess inside. 
"Do you want to do something while I clean up?" he asked me after a short moment.
"Hm, do you have something I can sew with?"
"I think I could work something out. Give me a moment," he responds and leaves the room. He comes back with a little needle, different types of fabric, thread, and a big scissor. "Can this work for now?"
"Oh yeah, it's perfect thank you," I say with a huge smile on my face.
"Please it's nothing, just have fun okay?" he said. I gave a nod as a response and with that, he went back to his cleaning.
For the first time in a long while I leaned back, took slow breaths, and had fun. It wasn't a task, just something to do for enjoyment. It felt amazing.