I didn’t do any snooping in any of the rooms. I didn’t dig through things that didn’t belong to me. I wasn’t going to test his boundaries, preferring the small bit of grace I was getting.
Who knows how long it’d last, and I wanted to keep it for as long as I possibly could.
The one room, other than where I’d been sleeping, that I felt comfortable enough to venture into was the one right across the hallway. Sabastian did leave that door open, and I wasn’t entirely sure if that was on purpose or not. But either way, as the days passed, I found myself drawn to that room a bit more each time.
The once green bedding was now a dark blue. A soft blue blanket lay across the bottom corner, touching the floor. The black bean bag that I had hidden under now sat at the end of the bed, almost in a corner.
But the one thing that drew my attention each time I entered the room, was the stuffed animal that sat in the middle of the bed, right up against the pillows.
I didn’t dare touch it, although I so desperately wanted to. My hands ached with the need to touch, to hold, the stuffed animal.
It was a simple white bunny rabbit with long ears. It looked soft and squishable, and it took everything in me not to grab it.
Somehow, during the day, I found myself sitting on the floor cross-legged, staring at the creature, wondering why it had to be there. I knew I could touch it, take it into my hold, but I feared that once I did, I wouldn’t be able to put it back.
It was bad enough that I had yet to return the two books. They were still behind the dresser. I didn’t want to put them back, knowing someone was watching, and I wanted a bit more time to read through them.
They were strange, yet held a sort of information in them that I never knew existed. I also wondered, for the millionth time, why Sabastian didn’t want me to read them.
There wasn’t sex in them. Just explanations on what Littles were, and Middles. And Subs. And the other one talked about Dom’s, Daddys and rules.
Lists of questions, and thoughts throughout the entire two books.
I had to wonder if Sabastian was into that kind of stuff. Why else would he have the books, along with the ones that were on the shelf, if he weren’t?
Forcing myself away from the bed, and in turn the stuffed animal, I made my way back to the mainbedroom. Right back in my corner, huddled against the two walls.
Sabastian had put a pillow and throw blanket there for me a few days ago, so I didn’t have to drag the bigger blanket off the bed each time.
It was a place where I felt safe when I was all alone in the house. Heck, even the monsters from outside hadn’t tried to come and drag me away. Maybe that tiny white pill that the man had me take each night before bed kept them away.
Whatever the case, I wasn’t going to worry. It was better when the monsters out there didn’t want me.
Knowing I was still alone, and would be for another few hours, I pulled out of the books from behind the dresser.
Just one more time, I told myself as I opened the cover, my eyes glancing over the cover, before letting my eyes take in all the words another time.
***
The sun was just starting to set when I heard the front door close. Thankfully, I already had the books rehidden in their spot and pretended to be reading the book that I wasallowedto read.
I wasn’t making it very far into the book, since I wasn’t exactly trying to. It only held my interest with Sabastian reading to me.
Pulling myself from the floor, I froze where I stood as he walked into the room.
The leather jacket he had worn this morning was tossed onto the top of the dresser, but his shirt was covered in blood.
“I’m not hurt, little one.” His voice sounded tired, yet his eyes were hard as he looked at me. “Let me get cleaned up and then I’ll figure out dinner.”
All I could do was nod, eyes pinned to the blooded shirt. My eyes didn’t leave him until he was in the bathroom, door shut tightly.
What the heck did he do? Kill a man?
It was better if I didn’t know.
My heart still hadn’t settled by the time Sabastian came from the bathroom, steam billowing out as the door opened.
My eyes quickly looked him up and down, and there were no marks, no more blood, on any part of his skin. The towel around his hips was loose, and one hand held it up.
