Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pain and... pain? ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

 

CHAPTER 3

 

 

 

 

 

When Jonathan was done, he got up and dressed before looking at me and saying.

 

“Thanks, kid. See you next week.”

 

Oh, God. Next week.

 

I heard him leave and let the tears come. I cried myself to sleep and woke up when my door opened again. I was a light sleeper, always had been and it had saved me from a lot of pain.

 

“Jace?” dad asked from the door and I turned to look at him.

 

“Yes, sir?”

 

“Clean up the kitchen. It better be clean in the morning.” dad said and left my door open when he left. Wait, what? Clean the kitchen? But.. it was still night. He never told me to clean the kitchen in the middle of the night, he always let me sleep until morning. So why now?

 

With a sigh I bit my teeth together and forced myself to get up. Fuck. Tears fell down my cheeks again and I fell back down on the mattress. I couldn't. It hurt too much. Pain was radiating up my spine from my bottom and made the pain from earlier increase. I took a deep breath and started crawling across the floor on my knees. I had to get the kitchen cleaned. If I wouldn't clean it, I would only get hurt more and right now, I didn't need pissed off dad on my back.

 

I had to stop three times on my way to the kitchen, just to breath and when I saw the sate of the room, I felt like crying again. Pizza boxes and beer cans everywhere. This would take a while.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I spent the next few days sleeping and thankfully dad didn't bother me at all. I hadn't actually seen him since I had taken a shower the morning after cleaning the kitchen and he had checked the bruising on my body. Apparently he had thought that I was beaten enough for a little while since he hadn't bossed me around like he usually did. He even told Steve, the guy who arranges the fights, that I was off the schedule for a while, until I healed up a bit. So I took advantage of the few peaceful days in my life and slept as much as I could. On day three I ventured into the kitchen after eight in the evening and found the crusts of a pizza on the kitchen table. So dad had ordered a pizza, again.

 

Honestly, the man didn't cook at all. Sometimes he made me cook dinner for him but not so much anymore than before thankfully. It wasn't that I hated cooking, I actually liked it a bit. It was just that dad usually wasn't that impressed in what I made and it put him on a bad mood which was never good for me.

 

I took a glass of water to fill my aching stomach with something and stared at the dried up pizza crusts on the open box, not sure if I should risk it and eat them. That's how dad found me when he walked into the kitchen ten minutes later with bloodshot eyes and dirty hair.

 

“Eat them if you want, fuck if I care what you eat from the trash.” he grumbled and I looked up quickly.

 

“Thank you, sir.”

I said quietly and waited until he disappeared back to his bedroom before snatching the leftovers from the box and hurrying back to my room. I ate slowly, trying to make the food last and I was almost done when my door opened about half hour later. I tensed and looked up at dad in my doorway, scared that he'd changed his mind about the leftovers and saw him scowling at me.

 

“You always eat on the floor like a fucking dog. Get the laundry done tomorrow, I'm getting out of town in the evening.”

 

“Yes, sir.” I answered quietly and watched him leave.

 

Out of town? Dad never went anywhere. And what about me? Was he taking me too? No, he said he was going out of town. So he was going to leave me home alone? I could actually get some peace for a while? I can't put my hopes up, it always ends up biting me in the ass if I do. If you expect nothing, you'll never be disappointed.

 

I finished my dry meal before lying down on my mattress and staring at the ceiling, not even remotely tired. Great, now what? I guess I could do the laundry now so I wouldn't have to wake up early in the morning to do it. Yeah, that was a good idea, for once.

 

The laundry room in the basement was empty when I got there, although someone was using one of the machines. I set the big laundry basket on the floor and started pushing the big white sheets into the machine slowly. There was no point hurrying, I wasn't tired and when I got this done, I wouldn't have anything else to do but stare at the ceiling again. Besides, I liked the laundry room, especially during the evenings and night. It was usually quiet and smelled of washing powders.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had the first set of laundry tumbling away when the door opened and a guy in his thirties came in. He had short brown hair and piercing blue eyes when he looked at me sitting on the floor opposite to the machine I was using. Oh yeah, I also liked to watch how the clothes went around and around and around again in the machine.

 

The guy didn't say anything, just walked up to his machine that had stopped a few minutes earlier and pulled out his wet clothes only to put them in the dryer next. Once the dryer was rolling, he turned to look at me and just stared. I didn't like the look in his eyes and kept mine firmly on the ground.

 

“Isn't it a school night, kid?” he asked then and I tensed.

 

Oh, shit.

 

 

 

 

 

I hated it when people starting asking me about school. No, I didn't go to school. Not since dad had started giving me to Steve for fighting. Too many fucking questions about my bruises. It was easier to stay home. I didn't care about education anyway, it was no good to me. It wasn't like I was going to need it.

 

“Yes, sir.” I said quietly and the guy just snorted at me.

 

“Shouldn't you in bed then? Not doing laundry.”

 

“Need clean clothes for school, sir.”

 

Not that it's any of your business you nosy bastard. The guy turned his eyes to my machine and narrowed his eyes.

 

“You wear a toga to school then, huh, kid?” he asked with a cold voice and I lifted my eyes to my machine.

 

Shit.

 

I forgot I had sheets in there.

 

“N-no, sir.”

 

“Then why the hell are you washing sheets if you need clothes to school?”

 

I didn't answer and lowered my eyes back to the floor, hoping that the annoying guy would go away.

 

“Idiot.” the guy murmured and glanced at his watch, clearly impatient.

 

We spent the next thirty minutes in silence until his dryer stopped and my machine was done as well. It was awkward trying to move the big sheets into the dryer next to the one he was using without bumping into him since he was now folding his clothes straight from the dryer into his laundry basket and I wished that he'd just go away. I was cramming in dad's clothes when I felt someone stop behind me and tensed up. A glance over my shoulder told me that it was Mr. Annoying standing there, watching what I was doing. When he saw me looking, he narrowed his eyes again but didn't say anything. After a few minutes of staring, he turned around and picked up his basket before walking out of the room.

 

I sighed in relief and dug my pockets for more coins to the machine, hoping that I'd never pump into Mr. Annoying again.