Savage's

CHAPTER 14

*Daisy*

Gray scurried out of the room, with his head ducked down. Alexa stifled a giggle, and I felt a small spark ignite inside my heart. I looked back at Alexa, smiling, as she continued showing me the rest of the clothes. She bought all kinds of things, stuff I didn't even know I needed.

"Thank you, for doing all of this." I muttered, feeling ashamed.

"You deserve it all, honey." Alexa warmly responded.

"Why do you think Gray left so quickly?" I asked, glancing at the empty hallway.

"He was embarrassed," Alexa chuckled, "He got busted daydreaming about you in that white dress."

"Huh?" I stared at her puzzled, with my mouth ajar.

"He likes you, tuts." Alexa blatantly remarked, and I felt my stomach drop.

"But... he said he wouldn't hurt me..." I whispered to myself, trying to recall his promise.

"He won't..." Alexa dropped the bag, and sat on the bed beside me, "He likes you, Daisy. That's different then a man wanting to use you for sex."

"How do you know the difference?" I asked.

"Sometimes you can tell in here," She said, pressing her palm against my chest, right above my heart.

"That feeling is too similiar to the others..." I mumbled, shaking my head in disagreement.

"What do you mean?" She asked, tilting her head.

"When your heart starts beating fast, like you're running for your life... your palms start to sweat, and your throat becomes narrow. Words flee your brain, and all you can do is stare in silence..." I said, closing my eyes to remember the sensation, "It's all the same."

"Daisy..." Alexa sighed, "Have you ever... willingly had s*x?" She asked a question I didn't know the answer to.

"I don't know," I admitted, "I can't remember anything before the last house I was in."

"Those feelings are simliar," She nodded, and drew in a deep breath, "But when you experience it with the right person, a person of your choosing, it hits a little different."

I looked at her in disbelief, because I can't imagine those sensations ever feeling good. Alexa shrugged, and continued showing me the rest of the items she bought. Though I was thankful for everything, there were some things that I didn't plan on using. Jewelry wasn't something I've ever been interested in, at least from what I can remember.

Alexa hung up all of the new clothes, and put away the jewelry in a box she also bought. She stocked the bathroom full of soap, shampoo, conditioner, perfume, makeup, brushes, and anything else a woman would ever need. She even got me covered for femanine hygeine, tampons and such.

"Alright, you're all set up." Alexa smiled, gathering the empty shopping bags, "It's late, so get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks again." I smiled, as she walked out of the room.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. As I used the restroom, I noticed all of my goodies scattering the counter, and couldn't help but smile. The small tug from my cheek caused me to falter, and I clutched the wounded side of my face in shock. The pain was radiating across my entire head, and I could barely think.

I quickly stood from the toilet, flushed it, and stumbled toward the counter. I looked in the mirror and noticed a small trickle of blood oozing from my stitched up cheek. Taking a deep breath, I leaned closer to inspect it. I must have pulled a stitch loose from smiling, how ironic.

As I stood there staring at my face, I realized something scary, I don't recognize myself. Without a full memory, I know I don't have much to work off of, but I know this isn't me. This gaping wound across my cheek, sorrow filled eyes, and fear etched in to all of the creases.

I felt dizzy, and grabbed on to the edge of the counter, but it wasn't enough. I felt my body falling, and there wasn't much I could do about it. I noticed quickly, I fell into the arms of Gray, instead of the hard tiled floor. He carried me back out to the bed, where he laid me down against the pillows. His face was blanketed with concern, and for the first time, the sensation in my heart didn't scare me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, checking my forehead for a temperature.

"I just got a little woozy from looking at my cheek..." I admitted, shamefully smiling.

"You're bleeding," He noted, and quickly rushed into the bathroom.

Gray returned with some gauze, and gently pressed it against my cheek. I winced, as the skin was extremely tender, and I didn't handle pain very well. He pressed his hand to the opposite side of my face, stroking my skin gently with his fingers. I closed my eyes, and focused on the soft strokes, rotating in circles. I only opened my eyes when he lifted my head gently to face him.

"I'll call the doctor." He noted, grabbing my hand to replace his, pushing the gauze against my cheek.

Gray spoke low on the phone, and I couldn't understand what he was saying. The conversation didn't last long, though, because soon he was back and insisted on holding the gauze for me. I didn't object, because I liked having him close... it was the weirdest thing, because I somehow knew he was safe. In my heart, I knew that Gray would never hurt me, not himself anyway.

The doctor arrived within twenty minutes, and was inspecting my cheek. I felt relieved when I saw him smirk, looking back towards Gray, before at me again. I raised my eyebrows, wondering why he was smiling, and then he started to chuckle.

"You're smiling too much, kiddo." He laughed, "But I think it's fine to take the stitches out now."

"Smiling too much?" I repeated, confused, "Oh..."

Gray smirked, and left the room, while the doctor delicately removed my stitches. I felt some pinches here and there, but otherwise it was relatively painless. He rubbed on some ointment, and applied a couple of butterfly bandages. Instantly, I felt the inside of my cheek with my tongue, and dragged it across the line of seperation. I could feel the scab on the inside, so I could only imagine what it looks like on the outside.

Before, when there were stitches, it was so dark, I couldn't tell how big the wound was. Now I'm scared to find out. I smiled at the doctor, as he gathered his belongings and left the room. It wasn't long before Gray returned, and his eyes immediately studied my cheek. I watched as his eyebrows furrowed, and he pursed his lips, I knew it was bad.

"That bad, huh?" I asked, avoiding eye contact.

"Once you're fully healed, you'll be seeing a plastic surgeon." Gray's response had me staring at him in disbelief.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I don't want you to always be reminded of that day," Gray sighed, "I'll do whatever I can to erase that memory from your brain."

"Now I'm really afraid to look in the mirror..." I muttered.

"No reason to be," He shrugged, smirking, "You're gorgeous, either way."

I felt myself blushing, and my lips wanting to pull into a grin, but I refrained from everything. Instead, I kept my head down, and ignored him entirely. I didn't how to react, was he flirting with me? Why would he want me? I'm nothing... I'm his slave... a bought and sold item, he could have so much more... so much better.

"Goodnight, Daisy." Gray said, walking out of the room with a smirk on his face.