Chapter 6

He walked past her, in a slow and languid manner that made Jenna's eyes follow him. She had never stayed in an enclosed space with a man other than her father and his goons, this situation had her feeling many different things at once. The most prominent one of all was the urge to run away and seek solace in her mold covered room and its familiarity.

The door to the room closed as he walked out, Jenna sat in the middle of the king-sized bed confused.

"Well then, get your ass up girl" the voice said, "or are you waiting for him to come back?''

"I'm not" Jenna said as she climbed out of the bed.

The feeling of the soft carpet under her feet cleared all the thoughts out of Jenna's head. She had never stepped on anything that soft and warm before.

She took a step back and one forward as she tested the softness of the rug. It was like walking on clouds, it felt otherworldly.

Jenna paused, a heavy feeling taking over her mind and thoughts, it was like a wet blanket was dropped on her, weighing her down and pulling her out of the happy cloud she had momentarily stuck her head into.

She didn't deserve to put her feet on it. Filth like herself that originated from greater filth didn't deserve to experience even the tiniest of joys.

She was undeserving of happiness, it was a fact that she knew and told herself everyday just so she would remember her place. She was like a black dot of ink on his white carpet, a stain if left longer would leave nasty mark.

She didn't feel great health wise but she felt better than before after the long rest that wasn't interrupted by crying babes. She grabbed her things from the table by the bed, well she couldn't call the thing that was filled with holes and failed attempts of patchwork a bag but it was all she had.

As she walked on the white soft rug, she felt like she was leaving a stain on it, like when a person walked into the house with muddy shoes, except this time the mud was in her blood.

She pulled at the handle of the door but it didn't budge, Jenna knew why, she didn't need the voice to tell her.

The door wasn't hard to open because it was locked or jammed, it was hard to open because it was made of whatever quality shit they made doors out of.

The doors in her house were withered and infested with moss and mushrooms, whatever quality they had were long gone before Jenna even hit ten, along with any other quality anything in her house housed.

Jenna used both hands to pull at the door handle but it proved extremely futile and whatever energy she had built up from her nap was leaking out of her like a drum with cracks. Her wrists hurt from the sheer effort of pulling and it frustrated her.

The door swung open, pushing Jenna behind it and on her ass. A normal person would have made a sound, screeched, screamed, groaned in pain but Jenna was silent. It wouldn't be the first time she'd be knocked on her ass by a man.

She watched from behind the door as the man from earlier surveyed the room with worry, it bothered her that it bothered him that she wasn't where he left her. She wasn't used to having someone wear that expression when thinking about her, it unnerved her.

Jenna got up and her movement caught his attention and he looked behind the door, worry turned to confusion and then amusement as he watched her slowly stand up. "Never a dull moment with you is there?" he asked as he stretched out a hand to help her.

"Don't even think about it!" the voice instructed, "its mortifying enough that he knocked us on our ass just by opening a door, we don't need to look like we need his help on top of it"

Jenna ignored his outstretched hand and struggled to her feet, she watched as he awkwardly retracted his hand, his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, an obvious sign that he was embarrassed.

"I made something for you to eat" he said and gestured his hand towards the hallway.

Jenna knew she was hungry, it was only a matter time before her stomach grumbled, it would be a crack in her defense, a crack she was not willing to have.

"No thank you" she said and raised her head high, "I want to go home"

"You could just have dinner before leaving" he said and gently held her hand, Jenna attempted pulling back but his grip was firm but in a non-threatening manner.

It made her heart, he was showing her so much kindness in a day than she had ever received in a year, it scared her because for a split second she imagined how her life would be if she was surrounded by this warm feeling every day.

But reality was colder and harsher, she didn't want to be swayed by momentary kindness from a stranger, she didn't want to believe that the world was filled with good people, it was the only way she could keep living.

"No" Jenna said, she begged her stomach to keep itself in check, she didn't need it to betray her at this crucial point.

"Are you sure?" he asked and he tugged her closer to him.

He smelt great, it was like a mix of coffee and vanilla, and something more, something she wanted to get to know. It made her feel hot all over, it made her wan to dream. She wasn't allowed to.

"You know this could be considered as assault, right?" Jenna said in a threatening voice, she hoped that was how it sounded.

"Sure" he said sarcastically, Jenna opened her mouth to protest when he began pulling her beside him, down the hallway decorated with paintings that Jenna knew cost more than the numbers she thought of in her head.

His hallway was like a painting, it was beauty, a beauty that didn't exist in her world.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as he pulled her behind him, he wasn't rough, he was gentle. She liked it a lot.

"To the dinning room where we can eat" he said

Jenna stopped walking, in hopes that it would create an effect that would stop him from moving but it didn't and instead when he walked he ended up pulling her and she felt herself fall forward in slow motion.