My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 9

Picking up the fork she slowly starts to eat savoring every bite as if it were her last meal. The

taste is sweet and the texture fluffy. Everything explodes in her mouth and teases her taste

buds. After only getting cold canned food or bread throughout the years this is beyond

amazing. Despite the never-ending flow of tears, she eats until her stomach is full. She wanted

to devour all four but could only eat two of them.

"Thank you so much..." Shyly she stands with plate in hand ready to take his as well when he

stops her.

"Guests should not do the dishes." Taking away both plates he rinses them off before placing

them in the dishwasher along with everything else he used to make them. “You enjoyed the

pancakes?"

"Very much, thank you."

"Good. It’s the first time I actually make something for someone other than myself. Usually

some maids do the food as well as clean and all that stuff I'm too lazy for." Nodding Lyra looks

on as he finishes and sits back down next to her. "Why did you cry?"

The question takes her by surprise at first then she gets a bit uncomfortable but years of

training on how to behave and not has taught her what lying leads to. “The food." She

confesses much to her own embarrassment.

"The food made you cry?" he leans back against the chair with a thoughtful look. "Are you sure

you really liked the pancakes?"

Feeling panicked she quickly turns her head in his direction and looks straight into those

unusually dark eyes. Did she say or do something that accidentally made him mad or

disappointed? Opening and closing her mouth she tries to find the right words to explain

herself but her mind is completely blank. Defeated she slumps in her seat, head hanging low,

hoping he won't rough her up too badly. "I'm sorry." she mumbles softly.

"What have I been telling you about saying sorry?"

Anticipating pain, she shuts her eyes hard while shielding her face from oncoming blows but

gasps audibly when nothing but warmth surrounds her as Jaze encloses her in a tight hug.

Unsure of what to do she simply stands still doing nothing.

"I was only joking. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." he murmurs against her neck,

holding her close to himself.

"I honestly enjoyed what you made." she murmurs back wondering why he's apologizing to her

when clearly, she's the one doing wrong. As always.

"I know you did Lyra."

Still tucked away in his embrace she remembers how he held her when she woke up and

probably did ever since she passed out. Looking at herself closely she notices she’s only wearing

an oversized, black, t-shirt that reaches mid-thigh. It does very little to cover up all

those scars and bruises. Not that she minds since they are a normal fixture to her body.

Feeling brave she asks another thing on her mind. "What happened after I passed out?"

Jaze moves back a bit taking the heat with him but never really used to that type of behavior in

the first place she doesn’t linger on the thought for long. Besides she really wants to know why

she ended up wearing what she assumes are clothes belonging to him.

"Don't get all mad now but I bathed you and afterwards dressed you in the only thing that

would fit. I only bathed you. “He reassures quickly. "Washed your hair and body as best as I

could then towel dried you and re-dressed you in some of my old clothes. I never looked,

promise."

Nodding Lyra processes what he said and feels puzzled about his strange behavior. Having eyes

roaming her body whether she is conscious or not is not exactly new or unusual. Neither is

being groped or fucked so to be sitting here, with a full stomach, fully clothed and hearing a

control. Can things really be that easy? Every fiber of her being tells her how wrong this is. How

will she be able to earn her food if nothing sexual is going to happen? Anxiety assaults her body

like a truckload of crawling bugs causing her to uncontrollably scratch and claw her skin,

breathing is turning shallow, ragged and her vison zooms in and out of blackness. Out of

nowhere strong arms constricts her like a boa and shortly after Jaze’s dark eyes comes into

view forcing her to look at him.

“Breathe with me.” He demands firmly.

Thankful for something familiar she follows his demand and times her breathing with his until

she has it under control again. Blinking a few times, she gradually calms down. Taking some

extra time to collect her thoughts she contemplates whether or not she should voice her

concerns.

“May I ask something?”

“You don’t need my permission to ask questions. Just ask.”

Although he speaks softly and has a smile on his lips it only makes everything worse for her.

People doesn’t smile unless they want something or is pleased with her behavior. At this point

she is so confused and lost that she has no idea if Jaze is the strange one or her. Frustrated and

close to tears she nearly pulls her hair.

“If you’re not going to fuck me then how am I supposed to earn my food?” It’s clear by his

perplexed expression that she caught him off guard. Another thing about him that makes her

second guess herself. “What do you want from me?”

“For starters how about a little smile and a simple thank you?”

Trying it his way, she hesitantly moves her arms around his waist and awkwardly hugs him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."