Chapter 2: WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?
He is not going to be happy with you here.
So, what, she is my friend.
Your decrepit friend, who you so willing let roam the woods during a blue moon.
I can hear fragments of a conversation Daisy has with some unidentified dickhead, who thinks I am some delicate human being. I'm clumsy, but I don't think I am all that physically impaired. I do yoga, for Christ's sake! Who does he think he is? I try opening my eyes to view precisely who this bonehead is.
I can feel the flutter of my eyes when I try, but I just can't seem to get them open. This must be what sleep paralysis feels like. My conscious mind is here, but my body is unwilling to move. I keep trying to fight it, but I'm getting sleepy again. I mentally urge myself to stay awake, but I can't win. I, instead, fall back into the fogginess that is now my brain.
Where is he, Conner?
Who are you to question his authority?
I am merely worried about the outcome of us keeping her here.
I wake up to the same voices I had heard earlier, but this time when I start to open my eyes, they finally do. Fuck, thank you. Bright lights appear before me and shapes soon form coherent pictures. I feel a sharp pain on the right side of my head, and my hand instantly goes to touch the spot.
"Ow!" I winced. "Do you both mind settling down? Your voices sound like two cats scratching their assess." I groaned when I applied too much pressure to the wound.
I looked up to see Conner's amused expression and Daisy's annoying grin. A memory makes its way to the forefront of my mind through the pain. I glare at Conner " I am not feeble, you know. Everyone can't be a jacked-up ninny like you and your friends." I huffed.
"I love a bitch with spunk." He said with a look of appreciation.
Now, I know I should be heated that he called me a bitch, but the way he said it, made it seem like we were friends. Maybe, there is hope for the idiot, after all. I smiled and surveyed the cast on my ankle and the scratches and bruises on my arm and thighs. What the fuck was I thinking? Where am I? How did I even get here? I glanced at Daisy with a confused expression, hoping to get some answers.
"Helena, you were found about five miles out in the woods. Your ankle was broken, you suffered a head wound, and you have plenty of marks covering your lower extremities. What were you doing so far out?" Her curious eyes burned a hole through me.
I don't know if I should tell her the truth. A truth that I can't comprehend. How do you say, "Hey, I saw a giant white wolf and wanted to pet it, so I chased it?". The shit sounds ludicrous when I think about it. I must have been taking longer than I thought because I suddenly heard the impatient tap of heels.
"I can't remember, but I have a better question, my friend. Where am I? Who found me? How long have I been out?" Feeling a tad guilty, I asked about not trusting someone I called a friend.
"Elijah found you, brought you here, and called the local doctor. We are currently in the east wing of his home, and you have been unconscious for forty-eight hours." She clinically stated.
"Whoa, I have to call my mom; she has probably called the freaking coast guard." I am suddenly worried about the mental state of my erratic mother.
"Relax, I called your mom and told her that you were tired after the party, went to bed early, and slept at my house for the weekend. I also told her you broke your phone and you would call her Sunday. She was pleased with my explanation." She grinned
"What about school? Surely, the administration called her about my absence." I reasoned.
She folded her arms. "Helena. Do you think me such a dunce? I called the school pretending to be your mother, said you were sick and you would be out until Monday. Now, just calm down."
I leaned back on the pillow, processing all the new information. She is a scheming little wench. So, Elijah, king of douche village, saved me. Maybe, I was wrong; perhaps he wasn't so bad after all. Possibly, when I see him, I should thank him? Suddenly, no bullshit, I started feeling hot, flustered, panicked, like on the verge of insanity.
My heart was racing, my palms sweaty, and a confusing feeling of anticipation creeping through my body. I was excited, damn near giddy, at the thought of something approaching. I happen to look up, and I can see Daisy looking at me with a shocked face and Conner with a knowing smirk. At that moment, I felt something was not ordinary.
Within five seconds of me getting these fucked up feelings, incomes Elijah. My world diminished would be a complete and utter fabrication because it obliterated. Have you ever had that feeling of unadulterated happiness? Waking up on Christmas morning, to find every present you asked for there? Biting into your favorite food like it was the first time?
I want you to take all those feelings and roll them up into one. I assure you, this is what I was feeling times a million. Nothing existed anymore. Not time, Not reality, not even death would have mattered to me once I saw his face. It was like opening my eyes for the first time and being struck with the absolute beauty of this world.
This scared the hell out of me. I mean, how could it not? I barely knew the guy, yet it felt like I'd known him. He didn't say a word as he walked into the room; his gaze stayed locked with mine. He made his way to the side of the bed, gently sat down next to me, and brought his hand to my cheek.
"You've been asleep for some time. I was beginning to think your human body was broken beyond healing. How are you feeling?" He asked while stroking my cheeks.
If I could die of humiliation, I would. I was flushed, confused, and, need I say, horny. Yes, I was ready to pounce on poor Elijah like a bitch in heat.
My heart was racing so fast; I think everyone in the room could hear it. No matter how hard I willed myself, I couldn't close my mouth or stop staring at him.
I could barely hear Daisy's voice through the euphoria. " Helena? Helena? Are you alright?" She lightly poked me. I shook my head, working my way out of my confused state, and moved Elijah's hand from my face.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I think my head is still hurting. I am fine, Elijah. I guess I should be thanking you for saving my life." I tried laughing to cover the uncomfortable feeling I was experiencing.
He looked hurt by my moving his hand.
"No need to thank me, my pet. How can I want such a valuable playmate broken?" He asked while eye fucking me.
Playmate? Pet? This fucker is trying me right now. Of course, he had to open his mouth and completely mess up the good vibe I felt.
"I wish your mouth remained closed. For just a moment, I thought we could have been friends. Would you just go away, you filthy dog."? I murmured.
Three things happen simultaneously. Conner growled, Daisy stiffened, and they were was a devastating feeling seeping out of Elijah. The entire room was filled with dread, as if someone had sucked the life out of it. There was also a feeling of submission and raw power, almost like I instinctively knew I needed to obey him.
The thought of running occurred to me, but I was in no shape to move. My instinct to survive was completely dull at the moment. I glanced over to Daisy, and she was no better; she and Conner had their head down in complete obedience.
"How dare you speak to me in such a manner? Perhaps I should fuck you into compliance." He snarled.
He threatened me, so I should have been pissing my lace panties. He was an animal, a hunter, a predator, and I was the prey. I don't know what made him turn his head to Daisy, but I saw regret when he looked back at me.
I was still breathing rapidly, clutching the hem of my gown, when he tried to reach out and touch my cheek. I cringed when I saw his hand coming to my face.
He pulled back and stood up. "Conner, come with me. I will have my maid bring in some clean clothes for you, and Helena, you're staying with me until Monday." He said, turning around without giving me a chance to rebuttal.
What in the fuck was that? Is he huffing school markers or something? Did he think I would stay here and get fucked out of my head?
He did just say, "He should fuck me into compliance." I swung my entire body over the bed, ready to bolt. I saw the marble tiles of the ground rush toward me, but Daisy caught me before I could fall.
"Just relax, Helena. I know you're confused, but I promise that things will get clearer in time. I need you to calm down and slow your breathing. The fear you're putting out is intoxicating."
She pinched the bridge of her nose. You would think I would have understood something wrong with her words, but I was too terrified to think straight.
I did what she told me and focused on my breathing, taking slow, calculated breaths. Think, Helena. You must be on painkillers or having a bad reaction to whatever medication your doctor put you on. Your body is tired, your mind is confused and broken, and you try to make sense of an unusual situation.
Get. Your. Shit. Together.
I close my eyes, and my rational mind starts taking over. I need confirmation on what drugs they pumped me full of when I opened them.
"Daisy, do you know if I am on any painkillers? Antibiotics?" I asked her.
"Yes, you're on Oxycontin, they gave you a shot of Morphine, and you're on Augmentin for possible bacterial infections."
That confirms that I could have an infection or a bad reaction to the medicines. I knew there was something chemically wrong in my brain. There is no way I could have felt anything towards Elijah. My body is just battling an infection, so I am so hot and flustered.
"I think I may have a fever. I feel hot, weird, and tired." I yawned
"That feeling would pass, the first time feeling a Herculean Aura drains you. Drink some water, and continue to focus on your breathing." She handed me a cup of ice water, rubbing my back in circular motions.
"I have to go home now. I can't stay here, Daisy." I almost yelled. Thinking of being under the same roof with that nutcase was making me terrified and happy at the same time.
"It would be better if you stayed until Monday. The best doctor is within walking distance. You need to heal, and you're still in no shape to walk, even on crutches." Oddly, I felt she was trying to convince herself more than me.
"That makes a little bit of sense, but dammit, you're staying with me. Did you hear what that fucktard said to me?" I asked her.
She laughed. "Oh, I heard him loud and clear; Elijah is very intense." Her eyebrows scrunched together. "You seem to bring out the best in him, Helena." She grinned.
"That was not a beast; that was the psycho call of a BDSM weirdo. Fuck me into compliance was a cry for help." I laughed at her nonchalant expression.
"Do you think I can get something to eat? My stomach is literally in my back right now."
"I will be right back."
While she was gone, I noticed how grand this room was. The bay window showcased the most beautiful view of the gardens. The sun was going down, and the sky was mixed with a touch of light purple, orange, and yellow.
Something about the sunset always brought tranquility to my thoughts. I moved my gaze from the window when I heard the door opening. I assumed it was Daisy with my food, so imagine my surprise when I was met with intense green eyes.
Elijah stood in front of me, holding an enormous damn bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup I had ever seen. It looked like a damn punch bowl you would bring to a party. This was probably the funniest thing I had ever seen, and the laugh that escaped my mouth was priceless.
"Elijah, who the hell is eating all this soup? This is enough to feed about twenty people." I continued to laugh.
He sat the soup down on the dresser next to me " Is this not a normal serving size for you?"
"I don't know anyone who can eat that amount of soup in one sitting. Maybe, if they do competitive eating or something."
"Well, I will feed you until you are full. I came to apologize for my behavior. I sometimes have a bad temper. I hope I did not scare you too much." He scratched the back of his head with a boyish grin.
Why does he have to look like a Greek God?
He promptly smiled as if he heard my thoughts at that exact moment. I blushed and tried to think of something to say.
"I accept your apology. You did save me, so I don't think you would harm me. Why were you so far out in the woods, anyway?
"I was taking a run, and I smelt someone hurt." He shrugged his shoulders.
"You smelt someone hurt? How does something smell hurt?" I wondered
"Blood puts out a specific aroma. It almost smells like dirt mixed with rust. A very pungent smell, and hard to ignore." He replied
"Do you have Hyperosmia? Is that why you could smell the blood?
"Let's just say my sense of smell is not the only thing heightened." He laughed.
He grabbed the spoon in the bowl, filled it with soup, and blew it before bringing it to my mouth. I wanted to say "No," but something in his expression urged me just to eat it. I took a sip of the soup and almost screamed.
"What the hell? Did you heat this soup in a volcano?" I could feel a slight burn forming on the tip of my tongue. He looked confused and brought the spoon to his mouth, drinking the soup like cold water on a hot day. There is no way he just ate that boiling hot-ass soup like that.
"This is too hot for you? It seems I have a lot to learn." He shook his head
Again, my rational mind is trying to make sense of what the fuck is going on. Maybe, my body temperature is still off.
"It's alright, Elijah. I think I may have a fever. I don't feel very well." I sunk back into the bed.
He took two significant strides and was in front of my bed, placing his hand on my forehead with a concerned look. "Your body temperature is above normal for a human. I will call the doctor. You may need another round of antibiotics." His tone of voice was stern, like a father talking to a child.
"Alright, Daddy," I mumbled.
A slow, sexy, deviant grin spreads across his face, and like that, I'm transported to a place where he is the only thing that matters. I'm engulfed in white light, it's shimmering all around me, and I'm at peace. I know it sounds weird to me, it felt like I was in heaven, and I mean the literal definition of heaven.
The feeling lasted for a few seconds, but it felt like hours to me. If this doctor is not here soon, I will kick his ass. I need to get over this stupid fever to get back to my regular self. I cannot be in the same room with this guy and be rational.
"Be careful, my beautiful, little trinket. Calling me Daddy is provoking me. I have great self-control, but with you, it's limited." His lips moved seductively.
Got damn, someone prays for me!
My breathing has now accelerated to the point that I may be hyperventilating. Something is seriously not right. It can't be a bad reaction or a fever. Oh no, this motherfucker probably slipped me a date rape concoction. I was out for forty-eight hours, so there is no telling what was done to me.
"Elijah, what the hell is going on? Did you give me some kind of sex drug?" The anger in my voice shocked him out of his lustful state.
"I only gave you human medications to help heal your pathetic body. I would never do you the dishonor of taking you without your consent. I like to fuck my bitches while they're coherent and able to look in my eyes." He took a deep breath " Furthermore, do you think Daisy would have left you alone? She has been here the whole time."
He genuinely looked hurt, and I felt highly horrid for thinking he would drug me. He was right; Daisy would have never left me alone. I not only doubted his character but hers as well.
"I am sorry, Elijah. I just feel weird around you." I fiddled with my fingers, deciding to tell him the whole truth " It's like I want you, but it's more than want; I need you. It's fucking crazy, and I think something is seriously wrong with me." My face was flushed entirely at this point.
His face softened just a bit. "It's alright, Helena. I understand why you think that, and I am glad you told me the truth. So, your aroused when I am around." He had a cocky grin.
I knew I shouldn't have said that. Great, now he knows I have feelings for him. I guess "fucking me into compliance" sounds more appealing by the minute. Oh well, it's done now; no need to deny it. Facts are just facts.
"Yes, I am. That does not mean I will act on it. You're still a self-centered, egotistical bonehead, and it would take an act of God for me to spread my legs for you." I crossed my arms over my chest while glaring at him.
His smile got wide. "Eating you is going to be such a delight. I bet you taste just as good as you smell." He sniffed the air, and his tongue ran across his soft lips. "Your anger smells like Gardenias and Jasmines."
Wait, What? Can he smell my emotions? Considering that almost everyone I encounter in this town sniffs the air when I am around, I am self-conscious that they all know how I am feeling. But some other reason upsets me more, and I can not help but feel insecure.
"Do my emotions smell bad to you?" I frowned.
"Quite the opposite, my Venus. You smell like nature, like the earth after a summer rain, the sun shining down on a meadow of wildflowers. You can't imagine the self-control it takes to not rip your tight pussy open right now." His tone was unusually calm.
So, keeping my legs close might be more complicated than I anticipated. Why does he have to say things like this? I can't let him get me all riled up.
"Nice to know I smell like dirt, Jackass. Is the soup cold now? I am starving." I asked as my stomach grumbled in unison. He walked back to the bowl of soup, dipped the spoon in, and tested the temperature. His face lit up like a Christmas tree.
" Here, it should be an acceptable temperature for you. How about you eat, and I can ask some questions about you." I nodded my head " How old are you, Helena?
"I am seventeen. I turn eighteen next year in March. Your birthday was the day before, right? So, that makes you eighteen." He was walking back to the bowl, scooping up more soup. "Can't you get me a bowl? Walking back and forth is not necessary."
"It's a pleasure to feed you. Besides, we have to stock the house with small dinnerware for you. You are right; I just celebrated my birthday, although I feel older than eighteen." He laughed while feeding me the soup.
I felt like I was missing an inside joke, but many people feel older than them, which is a familiar feeling. " Do you have any brothers or sisters? Where are your parents? Are they alright with me being here?
"I am an only child. My parents are on vacation, and it's my decision on rather or not you stay here. What about your parents? Do you have siblings?" He asked.
"My father is not around. I wouldn't want to see him even if he was, and I am also an only child. So, we have something in common." I giggled
I was finished with the soup, and the exhaustion started taking over. I can feel my eyelids fighting to stay open, but I just want to keep talking to him to tell you the truth. His voice is oddly calming.
He surveyed my weak appearance with a look of disapproval " You should get some rest; we have the rest of our lives to get to know each other." He kissed the top of my head.
Oh, goddammit, I am so screwed.
"I don't know why, but I want to stay up and talk to you." I paused. "I am not sure why I told you that, but I felt I needed to say it." I know the confused tone matched the way I looked.
What in the fuck? Is this what it feels like to have a crush? I don't want to lie to Elijah; I mean about anything. Am I obsessed? Or is something sinister going on?
"My sweet, Helena. If you stay up, we will not be talking. The only word that would be coming out of your mouth is my name, accompanied by moans. Shall I make you go to sleep?" He brushed his hands down my hair.
Dude, fuck you. Make me go to sleep? Try me.
The challenge was clear on my face. Suddenly, I felt the same feeling from earlier, but it was dominant instead of dreadful. It made me want to serve. Be compliant. How is it that he can exert his feelings on someone? He might just be that charismatic.
"Go. To. Sleep. Helena." Those were the last words I heard before an unwanted slumber took me.
I am going to karate chop his ass when I get up!
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