Chapter 93

Megan didn’t hear the car pull away but she didn’t care. She hoped to God aunt Jean wasn’t home. She wouldn’t be able to survive the embarrassment if her aunt saw her in this state. Jon’s scent and lovemaking clung to her, her close hanging in tatters. What would she think?

She sighed, relieved to find an empty house. Her surroundings swam as tears streamed down her face, her heart broke at that moment and sobs racked through her.

She made her way to the bathroom, turning the shower on. Waiting for the shower to heat up, she walked towards her bedroom. She wont be able to wear a bra with her raw back and grabbed a tee, panties and shorts from the cupboard.

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Jon’s first reaction was to get the hell out of there, but her accusing face haunted him.

Cursing himself for doing this to himself and Megan  ,he slammed the door and made his way to the house.

The door was slightly ajar. He knocked and called but there was no answer.

“Megan?”

No answer.

The sound of rushing water led him to the bathroom. It was empty. The heavily carpeted house muffled his footsteps.

He found her in her bedroom. She was standing sideways, he was about to rap her over the fingers for leaving the front door unlocked but her painfilled face blew it out of his mind.

She threw the tattered dress to the ground, her hands brushing the tears from her face. Her small frame was quivering and he booted the door open.

She gasped at the sudden intrusion.

“What do you want? I told you I will go with you..Jon?!”

He pulled her into his arms, smothering her face in his thick fur, stroking her hair.

He was the cause of her tears. What a bastard he was! He wanted to show her how much he wanted her, how her how she screwed with his mind, the thought of other men driving him to a jealous rage. Not making her feel like a damn slut!

“I didn’t mean to…”

“Ssssssssss..”

His hands had moved lower, brushing over her back.

She arched into him, hissing as he touched her.

“What the fu..”

He turned her back toward the mirror. A nauseating lump pushed towards his throat.

On her back was angry, raw, bloody wounds. Megan didn’t move. She wasn’t sure what to expect from him. Triumph maybe?

“Oh my God no! What the fuck did I do?” his shocked cry rang in her ears.

Megan took all the strength she could muster and pushed against his chest.

“Jon please just go, I need to be alone.” Her pleading was but a tiny squeak in his ears.

She watched as he turned to walk out her door.

She heard the shower been turned off and frowned. Jon’s face appeared again and without a fuss, pulled her by the hand, leading her to the bathroom.

“Sit down.” He pushed gently on her shoulders.

He started running her a bath, opening the cabinet in the bathroom he rummaged through it looking for any disinfectant he could lay his hands on.

He found some cottonwool and disinfectant, closed the taps and helped her into the bath. Megan didn’t utter a sound. She winched slightly as the warm water touched her back.

“See? I thought a shower might be a bad idea. I’m going to clean your back. It’ll probably burn like hell but we have to make sure you won’t get any infection ok?”

She nodded and braced herself.

The cottonwool felt like steelwool scraping over her skin, the disinfectant blazing over her raw back.

Megan tried her best to keep silent but her body’s quiver she couldn’t hide.

“Fuck baby. I’m so damn sorry. Why didn’t I realize what I was doing? “

His hands were steady and gentle on her back. After cleaning her back he left her alone to bath. By the time she got out her body had stiffened up, every muscle complaining as she walked towards her bedroom.

Somehow she thought Jon might be there but he wasn’t. She let the towel fall to the ground and slid on the bed, lying on her stomach. The intense burning had subsided and she slumbered off.