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Me:
I know man. I know. Look, it’s been a long day, let’s talk about it tomorrow, yeah?
Jesse's reply is instant. A simple “k”.
I groan and put my phone down. Very few people could speak to me the way Jesse can without ending up six feet underground. It’s the reason he has to play mediator a lot and is my second hand at Mickstruction. Not that anyone is aware of my extracurricular activities, but one look at me when I’m in a mood is clearly enough to warn people to stay the fuck away.
My mind wanders to my plans for tomorrow, running through each detail again to make sure it’s solid. It’s the first time in years that I’ve felt a twinge of nervousness. I have to make sure everything goes off without a hitch so I can return to my girl.
My gaze trails over again to the girl in question and a soft smile pulls up my lips.
I’ll always come back to her.
Chapter 10
Paige
Filthy. There’s no other word to describe how I feel right now. Even after showering and changing into new clothes.
At first I wanted to refuse to put on the shirt and sweats Mick had placed on the counter for me, but I knew if I didn’t wear them I’d have to walk around naked and that was so much worse. Even still, when I opened the door and saw him standing there, staring at me with a possessive heated look, I almost ripped the clothes off and chucked them at his stupid face. Instead, I settled for flipping him off again.
I know it’s childish but the little act of defiance made me feel better. And there wasn’t much more I could do, he made it very clear things could and would be worse for me if I tried anything. With this in mind, I was good and dutifully ate the food he had brought for me in silence. I only grumbled a little when he insisted on watching a movie together on the couch, like we were on a date or something. I’m really beginning to think the man is unhinged. At the very least he’s deluded.
I’m not sure at what point I fell asleep but I must have as I woke up in the bed. Alone, thankfully.
True to his word, Mick didn’t tie me up again. However, when I tried to exit the bedroom, I found the door wouldn’t open. I had pounded on it until I was certain there was no one else in the house to let me out and, after several more minutes of tugging and kicking proved fruitless, I slumped against the wood and hiccuped a sob.
I let myself stand there and cry for a while until I can’t hold off my bladder any longer. Going to the adjoined bathroom, I’m grateful to find this door unlocked. I push inside and fly to the toilet, sighing as I pee.
Think Paige. What are you going to do? You can’t just stay locked up in this room waiting for him to return and do god-knows what.
I have a pretty good inkling I know what that is, especially given the look in Mick’s eyes every time I had glanced his way last night.
Quickly cleaning myself, I walk to the sink and wash my hands before looking around the counter. There’s not much on there, an electric toothbrush, bottle of mouthwash, deodorant and cologne. Along with some hand soap and a small dish off to the side that’s probably for his watch or something as I hadn’t noticed any jewelry.
Well, at least he’s not married. Not that I care. Because I don’t, obviously.
Returning to my search, I start pulling open drawers and still find only basic men’s bathroom supplies. A comb, some hand towels, a few razors, a beard trimmer. On the third drawer I let out a triumphant shout, plucking out the unopened pack of travel toothbrushes.
Grinning, I rip open the package and quickly squeeze toothpaste on the bristles before aggressively scrubbing my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I swish some mouthwash and turn my gaze to the deodorant sitting on the counter. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I take in my state. My hair is a mess, even thrown up in the bun, several pieces have fallen out around my head. My face is bare of makeup and my eyes are bloodshot from hours of screaming and crying.
Trailing my eyes down, I look at the oversized shirt tucked into the waist of the sweatpants I have cinched to keep them up, the hem pooling at my feet. Mick has already marked me in ways I can’t begin to fully process without another breakdown, plus I already smell like him by using his shampoo and body wash. I shrug at my reflection before mumbling “fuck it” and snatching the deodorant. I do a couple quick swipes under both arms and set it back down. Giving myself one last quick look in the mirror, I turn and leave the bathroom, returning to my jail room.
Now that I’m not strapped to the bed, I can really take in the space. It seems even bigger standing in the corner looking around. I note the closet on the far side, a couple end tables on both sides of the bed, and a dresser directly across the bed. My eyes snap back to the dresser and I remember seeing Mick pull the knife out of the top drawer.
He wouldn’t have left it there, would he?
Hesitantly, I sneak toward the dresser, glancing around as if someone can see what I’m doing. I take a deep breath and yank open the drawer. Staring down, I blink several times. I reach in with a shaky hand and pull out the small black card sitting atop the clothes. White ink scrawled along it.
Tsk, tsk. Naughty little bird.
I drop the card and shove the drawer closed. My breathing becomes heavy and I slam my hands over my eyes.
This can’t be happening. Why is this happening?
With nothing else to do, I crawl back onto the bed and curl up under the covers.
It’s not till after dark that I hear the front door slam open and closed. I jolt upright and clutch the blanket to my chest. I’m not sure why but he sounds angry and I’m scared of what that means for me.
