Six: The Regrets

Six: The Regrets

I woke up feeling like someone was stroking my cheek softly. I opened my eyes and saw Greyson's blue eyes looking down at me. His expression was serious, but not angry.

I blinked a couple of times, adjusting my eyes to the brightness.

"How are you feeling?" Greyson finally asked.

I exhaled loudly. "I-i don't know." I don't remember myself going to bed so, this is weird. 

"You passed out." He answered my silenced question. "I'm sorry. I might have over did you."

"What?" My mind hasn't completely woken up yet. Then I remember what we did in the bathroom and my mind is fogged by the memories.

"What time is it?" My voice cracked like I was just crying.

"It's 3." He answered. Shit, I slept all day long.

I tried to get up and the pain started to come out.

"Ouch." Did I get hit by a bus or something? I was now in a sitting position, still covering myself with the blanket. My whole body is soar.

"You haven't eaten anything today." He sighed. "You want to take a bath first?" I flushed. Bath? With you again? No thanks. "I mean, by yourself. To clean yourself, for real this time." He added quickly.

I nodded quietly.

"Come.." he picked me up, with the white blanket still covering my body. Then i saw blood stains on the bed and I could feel my face turn red.

"I can walk just fine." I whispered.

"Don't be so sure." He added. He carried me to the bathroom and put me on the floor and I could feel how weak my legs were. I stood frozen, holding on the blanket covering me like my life depends on it. 

"Uhm, i'm just gonna, uhm.. wait outside in the living room. Just take your time." He said and walked out of the bathroom.

I finally let go of my hand and let the blanket fall. I saw myself in the huge bathroom mirror and saw dark hickeys all over my neck and shoulders. I seriously looked like i got beaten up. People might think he tortured me. I walked under the shower and every step I took seemed so painful. I cleaned myself quickly before getting out, covered in a bathrobe since I don't have anything to change to and I guessed the robe was a better option  than the small towel.

I walked out from Greyson's room and heard piano being played softly.

I walked to the grand piano and saw Greyson playing the piano like a real profesional. The song he was playing was soft and sad at the same time. I've never seen anyone play a piano in real life before.

He looked at me and smiled but his fingers were still playing the piano. I walked closer and sat beside him and watched him as he played the piano gracefully.

He then ended the song beautifully and looked me in the eye. He ran his hand through my wet hair and I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. We stayed quiet for a while and his eyes started to change. He tilted his face and kissed me. He put one of his hands on my face and another on my waist pulling me closer to him. I quickly put both of my hands on his chest, breaking the kiss. He looked a bit dissapointed.

"I'm hungry.." that didn't sound specific enough. "I mean i'm hungry for food."

He then looked at me and smiled a little. "Come on, I've prepared something for you." He said taking me by my waist. We walked over to the huge dining table and I saw all these delicious dishes. This was obviously too much for me or even the both of us. These could obviously feed at least 10 people.

"Uhm, are you inviting anyone else for this?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.

"Nope.." then he told me to sit down. I sit on one of the chair and just staring at the food. "Don't just stare at it. You have to actually eat it."

"Uhm, yea i know. It's just... it's way too much for us."

"I know.. but these give you more options. Now eat." He commanded. I started with the salad.

Then I realised he was staring at my neck. I quickly covered my neck and he finally blinked. "What exactly did you do to me? I got bruises all over my body." I said, irritated.

He sighed heavily. "Oh please don't say that if you don't want to get more right now." He brushed his hand over his hair. I gulped down and stayed quiet.

"How are you feeling now?" He placed one of his hands on my hair and started to play with it.

"Soar." I honestly replied.

He chuckled. Oh you think this is funny.

"I don't wanna do it anymore. It hurts way more than I expected." I said. I flushed hearing my own words. "You should at least stop when I beg you to stop."

He leaned back to the chair and folded both of his hand in front of his chest. "I'm sorry." He smelled like i was a little kid. "But i'm lost in your body."

I flushed again. I shouldn't have brought up this topic in the first place. I tried to search for another topic.

"Uhm, how old are you?" I asked. I was guessing that he's maybe in his mid 20. But I don't know for sure.

"Old enough." He answered calmly. Still watching me eating.

"Old enough? How old exactly?"

"Does age really matter?" He asked back.

"You know things about me and I don't know shit about you." I mumbled.

"28." He finally answered.

"Wow, you're pretty old compared to me." I responded honestly. "And... Do you own this whole building or just some of the floors?"

"The whole building."

"Really? What do you do exactly that you get to own all these luxuries?"

"I run a company." He simply said.

"What kind of company? Slavery?" I joked while still digging in my salad.

Then I saw his face change. He wasn't watching me anymore. I stared at him, waiting for an actual answer.

"Wait, what? You run that kind of company?" My eyes were wide open. 

"That...i can explain." He quietly answered, still not looking at me.

I stood up from my seat with watery eyes. "I-... W-why? How could you!" I yelled at him. He stood up and tried to reach me. "Don't you dare touch me you psycho!" I yelled.

"Bambi, you have to listen first!" He kept trying to reach me but I kept avoiding him.

"YOUR PEOPLE KILLED MY MOM! How could you fucking do this!" I yelled, started crying. I truly did not see this coming. "You are a monster! I fucking hate you! Dont ever fucking touch me, ever again!"

Then Greyson pulled my hand really hard and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me to his bedroom and I was still fighting back with all my power.

He slammed the door shut and threw me to the bed. Now i realised that he was mad. His face didn't look soft anymore. Before I could run away from him, he pinned me down with his body to the bed and put one of his hands over my mouth and another one keeping both of my hands from hitting him.

"First of all, you are my slave. My property. I have all the right to touch you anyway I want. Second of all, don't ever dare to talk to me like that ever again!" He growled. "I don't care if your mother is dead. Now you are here with me and i'm keeping you!"

I started crying. My face started to feel hurt under his hand. But his words hurt me the most. I've never seen this side of him. I felt disgusted, knowing that i've been staying with this guy who killed my mom. I regret every single second I spent with him. I regret letting him touch me. I should've killed him when I had the chance. I was mad that he didn't tell me earlier about this. He knew well how i’d react to this information.

His face was finally softened and so was his hand. He finally let go of me. My crying broke the silence in this room. He put his hands over his face and he kicked the bedside table and it flew across the room. Then he walked out the door and slammed the door closed.

I kept crying and crying and curled myself.