Untamed

Chapter 34

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Chapter 34

For the first few minutes of my rest everything was relaxing, but then I saw the man's sneering, lustful face looking down at me. I bolted up, and my mind was wide awake again. Would this happen every time I tried to close my eyes? I hoped not. I gave my head an instant shake. I pulled my knees up onto the seat, and rested my head on them. I really hoped not. I already lost enough sleep over everything else.

I turned my face to the window and watched the night life. It was Saturday night, so there were tons of people walking out of bars, and clubs. About half an hour later we pulled up into a medium sized house. Cole went in, and told me to wait in the car. As he reached the door, his hand shifted to the back of his pants. He was inside before I could see him pull out his gun. After another five minutes he came back out, and tucked the gun back in. The lights were switched on in the house.

He and I both reached for Jace, and carried him in the same way we did before. Cole led us to a bedroom with a queen sized bed. Cole got him into a pair of his shorts that he had in the dresser. He checked over Jace's wound. He gave a weird look, before shaking it off.

"Eliana could you go into the hall, and right by the bathroom is a closet. Inside there is our first aid kit. Grab that, a bottle of alcohol, and a clean washcloth," He ordered me, still looking at Jace's bite marks.

I ran out the bedroom, and walked down to each door. There was a room for each one of Cole's room mate, but little space for the rest of the house. This house was set up weirdly, so at the end of the hall I found the bathroom. I opened up the closet, gathered the stuff, and ran back to give it to Cole. He poured the alcohol on the rag, and started cleaning all of the cuts and gashes. He dipped the needle into the alcohol. Then he started to stitch. I looked away, and just watched Cole's face.

"You can go to sleep if you would like," Cole said interrupting the silence.

"I can't sleep."

"Ok, then you can tell me what's really going on."

"On second thought I'm kind of tired," I said sheepishly.

He didn't look up at me.

"Eliana."

"Cole," I mimicked back.

"You promised you would," He said.

"And I will, just... I need to take a shower. You know, get all this blood off of myself."

"Fine. You can get a clean shirt of mine from the second drawer. There should be clean towel on the counter."

"You don't by any chance have any shorts that would fit me, do you?" I asked. I didn't have any underwear now that they were ripped to shreds.

"Nope, but I can bring some of your clothes from my apartment tomorrow," he offered.

Because of how often I stayed there, I ended up just keeping some pajamas, and a few outfits there.

"Ok," I said and left to go wash off.

About half an hour later my body was so raw from my scrubbing, I was surprised it wasn't bleeding. I felt disgusting, so I just scrubbed it all. I tried to wash off everywhere that that man had touched. It was tender to the touch, and I'm sure there was no trace of him on me, but I could still feel it. I could still feel his wandering hands. I also washed out my mouth with about a quarter of the bottle of mouthwash. I could still feel his disgusting, slobbery, needy mouth on mine.

When I came back into the room, wearing Cole's over sized t-shirt that reached just above my knees, Cole was just finishing up. Cole got the gashes on his shoulder, thigh, calf, head, neck, and side. He just finished the last stitch, and looked up at me.