What's Up With This Place I Call Home?, chapter 9
I heard the ringtone was Longview so I knew it was Tré. I couldn't get my phone because my hands were tied to the bar of the bed. As soon as the phone went off I felt a tear fall and the door of the bus open.
Jayson: "So you couldn't get your phone?" He laughed and took my phone. "Well, I guess you won't be needing this anymore. "He put in the trash and sat next to me and stroked my hair.
Me: "Jayson, why you doing this?" It must have been the most stupid thing I could've said but it keep him thinking.
Jayson: "Well, becuase you're mine and everything I own is mine so..." He got up and went into a drawer for something. "And everything I own I put my trade mark on." He flashed around a knife.
Me: "What are you gonna do with that?" "What else would I be doing?" He sat down next to me lifted my shirt only to show my stomach. "This is gonna hurt." He smilied and I started freaking out. "The more you move, the more it's going to hurt." He sighed and got up and got rope and tied me still and I couldn't control my tears.
"Jayson please! Don't!" He pressed the knife into me but not hard enough for me to start bleeding. "Tré where are you!" I yelled. Jayson laughed. "Not here," Jason replied.
"Oh, my God!" I screamed and he pressed down hard and I knew I was bleeding. Jayson did this for a good hour then stopped and got up. "Beautiful!" He smilied at his work. He was a very good artist and what he did was he carved a fairy and the word mine on my stomach. "Wanna see?" He asked.
He held up a mirror and showed me. I let out one more tear and he smilied while covering me with a blanket and kissing me goodnight.
"I promise you, we'll have fun tomorrow." He left and I thought about Tré and how much I wanted him, to hold him, to kiss him, to love him again.
Jayson: "So you couldn't get your phone?" He laughed and took my phone. "Well, I guess you won't be needing this anymore. "He put in the trash and sat next to me and stroked my hair.
Me: "Jayson, why you doing this?" It must have been the most stupid thing I could've said but it keep him thinking.
Jayson: "Well, becuase you're mine and everything I own is mine so..." He got up and went into a drawer for something. "And everything I own I put my trade mark on." He flashed around a knife.
Me: "What are you gonna do with that?" "What else would I be doing?" He sat down next to me lifted my shirt only to show my stomach. "This is gonna hurt." He smilied and I started freaking out. "The more you move, the more it's going to hurt." He sighed and got up and got rope and tied me still and I couldn't control my tears.
"Jayson please! Don't!" He pressed the knife into me but not hard enough for me to start bleeding. "Tré where are you!" I yelled. Jayson laughed. "Not here," Jason replied.
"Oh, my God!" I screamed and he pressed down hard and I knew I was bleeding. Jayson did this for a good hour then stopped and got up. "Beautiful!" He smilied at his work. He was a very good artist and what he did was he carved a fairy and the word mine on my stomach. "Wanna see?" He asked.
He held up a mirror and showed me. I let out one more tear and he smilied while covering me with a blanket and kissing me goodnight.
"I promise you, we'll have fun tomorrow." He left and I thought about Tré and how much I wanted him, to hold him, to kiss him, to love him again.
