My Bloody Revenge

Jaze looks down on the sleeping girl in his arms wondering where she came from and what made her into this broken soul that she is. Gently he strokes her red hair enjoying how soft it feels between his fingers. The unusual deep color fascinates him. It took some time to both wash it and get all the tangles out but he was right when thinking she’s a beauty underneath all the dirt. His dark eyes wander over her sleeping form slowly feeling awestruck at the sight before him. Fair, light, skin and waist long red hair that makes those amazing blue-greyish eyes stand out. Petite body and not very tall, seems to be malnourished, but strong at the same time. Only sad part was when he saw all those scars littering her small frame. It was as if someone had gone all out in full rage and caused havoc without mercy. New scars made upon old ones and making them worse. He saw recent marks around her wrists and ankles indicating she's been tied up. Fresh bruises around the ribs, stomach and thighs. Marks around her throat as well as on the legs which shows partial hand prints. Momentarily closing his eyes, he takes a few calming breaths while wondering how someone can be so cruel.

"Where did you come from, little mousy..."mumbles to no one in particular and slowly opens his eyes only to be met with a pair of blue greyish ones. Total silence settles in the dimly lit bedroom. Both are looking into the others eyes and Jaze can see all the emotions, such as fear, uncertainty and confusion swirl around in her big eyes. He also feels how tensed up her entire body is and after seeing all those scars and bruises it's not hard to understand why. In an attempt to appear less intimidating, he slowly loosens up on his hold as a sign he won't do anything if she wishes to shift, sit up or move away. The moment his arms are removed she quickly moves out of his hold but remains on the bed. Just more towards the end.

"Who are you?" She whispers after several minutes of silence.

"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." he answers calmly. Jaze can see hesitation and the very prominent fear in those doe-like eyes but something similar to curiosity also flashes by, although very briefly.

“Lyra. My name is Lyra."

Nice to meet you Lyra. I'm Jaze and you are currently in my home as I hope you haven't forgotten.”

"I remember that and I also remember what happened in the bathroom.” whispers weakly while slowly inspecting herself. "You dressed me?"

Feeling slightly embarrassed about the whole incident he looks away momentarily. After seeing all those scars, he cursed himself for acting like a brute. He most likely reminded her of the one who did that to her. His behavior is inexcusable but hopefully not undoable. Looking at her again he gestures with the hand towards her new clothes. " I didn't look while putting those on. Promise."

"Did I not appeal to your liking?" she asks timidly.

The question takes him by surprise. Puzzled he looks into her eyes and hold her gaze

steadily. "What made you ask that?"

"You didn't look."

He watches as she turns her eyes elsewhere as if in shame and that confirms his suspicions that something is really wrong. A sudden urge to make everything right, to keep her safe and far away from whatever damaged her so much takes root in him. "Did you want me to look?" He watches her almost freeze up like she a few times earlier. "It's okay, you can be honest with me. I won't get mad or hurt you." he reassures softly glancing at all the marks and scars not hidden under the clothes. Slowly she shook her head no. "Thought so.”

"You didn't see anything?”

"I did see your scars, marks and bruises but I kept it professional.”

She only nods her head in confirmation letting him know he answered right even though it wasn't worded in the open.

"Are you hungry mousy?" he asks wanting to change the subject.