My Personal Hell - D. Richardson (read with me .txt) 📗

I get these clean and closed she should be fine. She’ll probably need to eat more than usual for a human girl for a while, just until her blood count goes back up. I’ll give her some iron pills as well, it’ll speed up the process. He cut into some muscle, but it should heal. As long as she gets some exercise to make sure the scar tissue doesn’t build, and keeps them stretched out. She should remain just as mobile as she was before.”

My dad let out a small sigh, and I heard Mom gasp in relief. It seemed that Ailith was already very well liked by my parents. Adrian seemed a bit over protective, and I had a feeling Aaron was going to put in some extra charm for her. He still felt guilty for her collapse.

A half hour later all three of them came back out, and told us she was fine. But he had given her a sedative so she would be out at least until morning. Tom was going to stay with her just in case she woke early, but the rest of us should go about our day. I had no idea how they were going to get her up to her room.

Chapter 6

I woke with a start, and pushed myself up on my hands. I turned to sit on my knees, but found I was on a bed. I had been sleeping on my stomach. I looked around but the room was dark. I definitely wasn’t in the kitchen anymore.

After a minute my eyes adjusted. A wide stream of moonlight shone through a huge window to my left. Casting the parts of the room not touched by the light in deep shadow.

I spotted a clock on the bedside table and it said it was just past midnight. I stared for a minute confused. That is until I remembered that I had passed out in the kitchen from pain. That was a first, how embarrassing.

I looked down to see I wasn’t wearing my old shirt anymore. Instead the one I wore was a black button up. But I was still wearing my jeans and socks, though my shoes were no where to be found.

Someone cleared their throat and I spun towards the sound. Sitting in the corner next to the door was a middle aged man. At least I assumed he was middle aged, his face was hidden in shadow. He stood holding his hands out in front of him, I assumed to mean he wouldn’t hurt me.

“Ailith, right?” he asked in a soft voice. I nodded and he took a few more steps forward. I stiffened and realized absently that it didn’t hurt like it usually did. “My name is Tom, I’m a doctor. Drake called me when you passed out in the kitchen.” I nodded again and he took a seat at the foot of the bed as far from me as he could get. To add a little distance of my own I backed up to the headboard.

His face was lit up with moonlight and I realized he was younger than I thought he was. He looked to be maybe late thirties, early forties. His hair was a short brown with a few flecks of gray, and his dark brown eyes held kindness and concern. I allowed myself to relax a little as I studied him. He waited patiently until I was done, then met my eyes.

“Ailith, why didn’t you tell anyone that you were injured?” I shrugged slightly.

“It wasn’t important.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“It happens often enough. I’ve never had a problem with it before. I get hurt and I heal, so it isn’t a big deal.” I said softly. I don’t know why I felt I should whisper, maybe because it was so dark.

“If I hadn’t gotten to you in time you could have bled to death on the kitchen floor. They were doing what they could to stop the bleeding, but a deep breath at the wrong time could have started it again. As it is, you’ve suffered some severe blood loss.”

“I’m still here aren’t I?” It was almost a snap. He sighed in defeat.

I took a few deep breaths and took the opportunity to look over the room. It was large without having too much extra space. The bed was king sized, but I couldn’t tell what color the blankets were in the dark. The walls looked like they were a dark blue, and I spotted a door that could lead to a closet or bathroom.

Actually there were two doors. More like three as one of them was a set of double doors. There were two bed side tables and a desk along the left wall. From there I turned further to the left. There was too much light for it to be just a window. But further down the wall from the bed was a set of double glass doors that looked like they led to a balcony.

“Where am I?” I asked turning to see him studying me.

“Your room.”

“No, this can’t be my room.” I told him dismissively. I’ve never had a room this nice or this comfortable. I was bought as a slave. No matter how nice they were they had to expect something from me. Everyone always did.

“I assure you it is.” I looked at him directly again. He had nothing but sincerity on his face.

“Why?” I asked suspiciously. What I meant was, why would they give me a room this nice. To what extent do they think I owe them? He looked at me confused.

“Because they thought you would enjoy this one. You’re the oldest so naturally you would get the bigger room.”

“The oldest?” Did he mean I was the oldest of me, Lori, and Kadi? But he nodded.

“Yes, the oldest daughter in the house now. Jen used to be the oldest, but you’re a year older than her. And all of the boys sleep on the ground floor.” As he spoke I felt my face harden.

“I’m not their daughter. They bought me. You can’t buy a daughter.” I said with a tone as hard as my expression. His eyes widened and he took in a deep breath, but before he could say anything. “I’d like to be alone now, please.” He hesitated but in the end only nodded. He stood and placed a medicine bottle on the table.

“This is for the pain. Take it as you need it. And don’t try to just stick it out. It’ll only make you more sick before you get any better. You have a hundred and three stitches in your back right now. They’re dissolving so I won’t have to take them out. But go easy for a week or so, until they’re fully gone.” He waited until I nodded then left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

After he was gone I got up from the bed and wandered around the room a little. It really was nice. I opened the single door and stood in front of one of the largest walk in closets I had ever seen. I swear I could put every article of clothing I had ever owned in it and still have room to stretch. On the bottom next to the walls were shelves to put shoes, and a mini dresser for undergarments. All of which were in easy reach. My bags from the store were placed neatly in the middle, ready for me to unpack.

I moved over to the wooden double doors and opened them at the same time for a little added dramatic effect. And I was ever so grateful that I had. It was the most beautiful bathroom I had ever seen.

The counter held one sink in the middle and the top was black marble. The Jacuzzi bathtub was black marble as well with bright silver faucets. It was huge. It could take my entire body and maybe one more. The shower stall was ridiculously large as well. Though it had walls of glass except for where it met the wall. It was long with a detachable shower head, as well as, a seat on the opposite end.

At the end of the room next to the tub was a shelf that held towels and wash clothes. There were so many towels. I mean seriously there were way too many for only one person.

On the counter in front of the long mirror were various hygiene products. There were so many different kinds of shampoo, conditioner, razors, and body wash. It was like they didn’t know what I preferred so they just bought every kind. I looked in the cabinet under the sink and found it empty. Well on one side anyway. On the other side there was enough toilet paper to last me a year.

I walked out of the bathroom in a daze. Of course, my next stop was the balcony. There were chairs and a table spaced out. All of which looked comfortable. The balcony sat under an over hang to protect it from the weather. It was rimmed with an iron railing to protect from falls, and I made my way to the front.

I looked up at the sky to see the full moon, and the stars. It was breathtaking. Almost as beautiful as the garden beneath it. Rows of flowers so brightly colored that they glowed in the moonlight. I could see several different kinds of roses that provided a barrier between the sea of flowers and the walkways. And there in the very middle stood a large black wolf.

It was staring up at me and I couldn‘t stop staring back. Staring into this wolves eyes was almost calming. Like I knew it from somewhere. We just looked at each other, for I don’t know how long. Then it turned around and ran back into the woods that surrounded the property.

I took a deep breath of fresh air after it had disappeared, and went back inside. I knew what I was going to do now. I went directly into the bathroom and turned the shower on. I itched to try out the tub, but felt that it would have to wait until my stitches were gone.

Having grabbed one of the many towels, I turned to the counter. It took a minute or two but I finally found one I liked, and grabbed the matching set.

I took a hot shower, being as careful as I could to keep my back from getting too drenched. The seat helped a lot with that. The main problem was washing my hair. Something that usually couldn’t be done quickly. There was just too much of it. But I managed and turned the water off.

After I was dry I realized I didn’t have anything to sleep in, other than my dirty jeans. So I grabbed the button up I had had on before. It wasn’t mine and I would have to give it back to the owner tomorrow. But as of that moment it was comfortable. It already had a pleasant masculine scent. I figured there was nothing wrong with enjoying it while it was in my possession.

By the time I made it back into the bedroom my back started to ache. I grabbed the pain