Chapter 10



I wake up with a pair of arms around me. I squirm out of Jack's grasp, accidentally waking him up.

"What time is it?" He groans, looking at the clock. 9:03am. Shit! I was supposed to get up at 6:30! I jump out of bed and head downstairs to fix Jack breakfast. When I get to the kitchen, I find Sloan and Mariah making bacon, pancakes, and eggs.

"I need some of this for Jack. I woke up late." I say, grabbing the food they already made.

"You suck!" Sloan laughs, throwing a dirty paper towel at my head. I rush back upstairs and set it on Jack's bed side table before getting started on his laundry. It was very disturbing finding blood on one of his shirts, but he has to eat to survive also. I swept and cleaned up quite a few of the main rooms before Jack came downstairs just as the door bell rang.

They talk for a few moments before Jack calls me over.

"Up to my room, now. I'll be there in a moment." Jack commands.

"Alright" I reply, before heading upstairs.


Jack comes up the room a few minutes later, tugging at his hair and pacing.

"Okay, bad news. In a little bit I have a big social party, and you have to come."

"Okay?" I say, but it sounds more like a question.

"You have our marking on your hand, right?" He asks, examining the rose.

"Okay. Too many tattoos. Well make it sound like your valuable, I don't know. Gaaaah. Okay. Another thing." He says. He stops pacing and stares straight at me.

"People show off their humans at this. People borrow other people's slaves and... Use them. You can either stay with me, or strangers. Your choice."

"No strangers" I say.

"Okay. I'll try my hardest to make sure nobody get their hands on you, but that means I'm going to have my hands on you. Is that okay?" He asks.

"Do I have a choice?" I ask.

"No, not really. I'm just warning you." He says, before grabbing a huge leather collar and a leash.

"Your going to have to wear this." He says, putting it on me.

"Yes, I know. Had plenty of these." I mumble. Jack gives me a sympathetic look.

He grabs a leather belt and hands it to me to wear, along with metal chains to put on my pants.

"I look emo." I laugh.

"What's that?" He asks.

"Human thing. Never mind." I say. He sighs, before grabbing makeup and putting eye liner and something on my eyelashes.

"Okay, last chance. I could always take Mariah.."

"No. It's fine" I say. I don't know exactly what it is, but I don't want her going.

He paints my nails black and puts some leather straps on my feet before getting ready.

"Okay, I warned you. Please, PLEASE play along. Your going to want to kill me, but if you start to misbehave in any way, other creatures will take you and basically rape you to death. I don't want that to happen, and Id pretend you were seriously hurt but the damn angel downstairs already saw you, and if you make a run for it or refuse that angel will kill you. I am so, SO sorry. And remember, I didn't want this." He says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me downstairs. The angel is sitting in the living room, and as soon as he sees me he gets up and walks over. Jack touches the back of my neck, as if to remind me to behave.

"You usually raise your slaves... Pets, yea don't correct me. Why does this one have so many tattoos? Switching to garbage slaves?" The angel laughs, grabbing a beer off the table. Even though he is well dressed like Jack, he still looks homeless.

"This one won the tournament." Jack says simply. The angel reaches to touch my face, but Jack slaps his hand away.

"This one is my favorite. No offense, but I don't want angel hands on my pets." Jack says, pulling be back. The angel looks at me before turning around and out the door. Jack nudges me to follow.

"I'll make you a deal. If you not only behave, but play along, for the next three days you can do whatever you want except leave. Either that, or the other monsters will tear you to shreds slowly. So, Deal?" Jack whispers to me. I nod. Whatever this is, it must be very, very bad.

Notes

I'm sorry I keep updating late. It's already written but I just can't find time to actually update. But I've gone through a lot of stress the past few days. When I went to the doctor that prescribes my anti depressants, he saw that I lost about 40lbs. So he's taking my off my fucking ADHD meds, as if my grades weren't bad enough. My parents are making me eat extra and sit me down for every meal. They're going up on the anti depressant and getting blood work done for multiple things. They don't suspect an eating disorder or anything, they just think something is physically wrong or I'm just so depressed I'm sleeping through meals. If don't gain weight they're going to put me on weight gaining anti depressants AND meds that will make me eat.

I don't have an eating disorder. Well, I don't think I do. It's not a fat phobia or skinny obsession. My mom is very weight conscious, and I noticed when I ate healthy she talked with me more, so I started loosing weight. She went on walks with me and kept telling me how happy she was to see me "better." But now I'm down to 102 pounds, and she doesn't talk much anymore. Kinda like when you finish a project, you don't touch it again. I think that's why food makes me feel so terrible. I don't think I'm better than other people and want to be skinny and pretty and perfect; I actually don't give a shit what people think. I just care about what I think, and I want to be able to look in a god damn mirror without wanting to cry. A few friends keep pressuring me to eat more and more, even more then 3 full meals, and I feel so terrible being stubborn. It's like anxiety. Why don't you just ask for help? Just get up and read your paper in front of the class!

But you can't. You just can't.
It's exactly like anxiety. It's a mental illness, not some life style. People who call it a life style just don't want to admit they're sick. I'm trying to gain weight so I'm not put on weight gaining meds but it's hard and I feel like shit, but I don't exactly know why. I don't care about being skinny that much, I mean hey it would be great, but super skinny girls don't look good to me. So why am I trying to be thinner? I don't know. I think I'm looking for my moms attention without realizing it.

Sorry for ranting, but it really made me feel better.