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I Don't Regret	By : JasminSteele Category: M through R > Predator Views: 3941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five
Trust
I shuddered at that first memory of Thaiden. He wasn’t very gentle back then and after my run down to his hangar in his ship he stuck me in one of the crew quarters and locked the door. The journey back to his home was thankfully two short Earth days. He waited until I slept to shove food and water through the door but that only happened once. He hadn’t known how much food I needed but I was thankful there was a bathroom in the room I stayed in.
The hangar started getting too cold for my liking so I packed up my lunch stuff and headed back to the kitchen to drop it all off. I still had most of my day ahead of me and I had no idea what I was going to do.
I hate these days.
'These' days were the worst and I always complained to myself constantly about it. It was hotter than hell back up on the main level I spent most of my time on but it felt good, at least for a little while, after the cool hangar.
I entered the training room and walked over to my favorite pull up bar. It was padded just enough that I could flip over and hook my legs around it without hurting. I tended to do most of my workout routine on that bar just to keep myself busy.
My hands and arms shook a little as I readied myself to jump the short distance to grab the bar. My hands were momentarily dry until I got a good grip. I hung for a few seconds letting my muscles stretch and my arms adjust. Pulling up I breathed out slowly and tightened my arms once I was up all the way. Sweat started to run down my face sooner than I would have liked but I ignored it and kept moving slowly up and down.
When sweat was running freely down my back I lifted myself up one last time and positioned myself so I could hook my legs over the bar. My fingers and hands were grateful for the break and I just hung there for a few moments before putting my hands behind my head and curling up as far as I could.
Those workouts I kept slow and methodical but that was only so it took more time to do them. It was probably beneficial for other reasons but I mainly wanted to kill as much time as possible as quickly as possible so I could see Boedog sooner.
A small chuckle pushed past my lips as I remembered the first day I decided to trust him. It had been about six months, I had been cradled into a ball in a room and had hardly moved, even to use the bathroom. I had refused to eat and to sleep, I only slept when I could no longer stay awake and I only ate the smallest amount possible.
The cream colored one with red patches on almost all of his joints entered the room again. He was almost exclusively the one I had seen for…how long had it been? Weeks? Months? I didn’t know but I was starting to wonder what had happened to the other two I had seen.
The mostly red one was the one that took me, he was gruff and threatening, he didn’t seem to like me and the green one that I had seen…he looked at me like I was a piece of meat.
I shuddered to myself which made the cream one stand still. He had a plate of food in one hand and a cup in the other. He, out of all of them, was the least threatening and never made a move that made me feel intentionally uncomfortable. Even the way he looked at me was filled with sympathy making me feel more and more like I could trust him, if I wanted to.
He set the food down in the middle of the room far away from me. As usual he backed up and went to his corner where his food waited for him. I at first had never taken the food and waited until he left to run over to it, snatch something and run back to my corner. Recently I had started to retrieve my plate and cup with him still present.
That day I did just that but instead of retreating back to my corner I sat in the middle of the room. He tilted his head when he saw me sit down and a strange high pitched trill came from him. They all communicated in growls, clicks and chirps, sort of like birds on steroids and I never understood what they said. I thought I heard a few words a few times but I always contributed that to my desperateness to understand <i>something</i>. The language barrier quickly snuffed out my need to ask questions and talk altogether, keeping me silent and afraid.
He raised a hand slowly to his chest then pointed down at my plate. I watched him carefully but I had no idea what he was trying to say. It was the first time he had gestured to me at all and I felt a little more encouraged about my decision to finally come out and trust him a little. So far they had given me a room to myself, food on a regular basis and privacy. There was even a bed in the room but I dared not to sleep on it for fear that something bad would happen.
He put his hand on his chest again then picked up a piece of his food and raised it to his mouth. He pointed with his other hand not at my plate but somewhere on the floor near me.
A light clicked on in my head finally after the third time he repeated himself and I bit my bottom lip to keep from smiling. He was gesturing at me to ask if he could join me.
I took a deep breath and leaned over my plate to pat the ground in front of me. He made his motion one more time and I nodded, made the ‘come here’ motion and patted the ground again.
Slowly he stood then stooped again to grab his bowl and cup. I watched as his tall form became towering the closer he got. I paled a little bit when he sat closer than I thought he would but he just sat back, crossed his legs and picked up his bowl.
For the first time I got a really good look at his face. His head was huge, his eyes seemed small and they were under a very heavy brow. His hair was made up of smooth dreadlocks decorated in clear red, glass looking beads. The four finger like appendages around his lipless mouth reminded me of crab claws. He had red patches on each joint and under his chin. Large, black cow like spots were spread here and there. He had a few scars on his face but nothing that looked serious and as my eyes roamed over his broad chest I didn’t see any more. There were a few dark green spots here and there but I didn’t know what they were, they didn’t look like they belonged on his cream colored skin.
A very deep purr came from him as I let my eyes fall to his legs. My eyes snapped back up and he squinted at me in a strange way. They crinkled upwards and his mouth parts rose like he was…smiling?
My head tilted to the side and I smiled too. He nodded at me and started to eat. I watched as he picked up a piece of juicy meat and put it near his mouth parts. The teeth on the ends of two appendages on his left side took hold of the meat and brought it closer to his mouth, the other appendages helped and he ate it without hands.
I sat and stared at him for quite some time before he realized I was staring. His eyes crinkled at me and he gestured at my food. I looked down at it and saw that it was the same fruit stuff I had been eating for…a long time. I sighed at it and grabbed my cup of water to sip instead. He had always given me water, nothing else and I was starting to get sick of that too.
He must have known I wasn’t really into that weird fruit because when I looked back up he was holding out a piece of meat, his bowl under it to catch the juice.
His eyes…they were like a puppy dog’s eyes, soft, loving, disarming. I put a hand to my chest to make sure he was offering me food and when he nodded I stuck out my own plate and timidly took the far end of the meat. When I got a hold of it he let go and sat back.
I looked carefully at the meat, juice was dripping from it and it didn’t look cooked. I cautiously smelled it and when I didn’t smell rotting meat I tipped my head back and stuck the whole thing in my mouth.
It tasted like rich beef but I knew it wasn’t beef. Whatever it was, though, it tasted good. I was a little sad that I couldn’t have any more. I hadn’t really eaten much for quite some time.
He put his bowl down and I looked longingly at it before taking another sip of water. He raised his right arm and vocalized something quietly so as not to startle me. When he was done he picked up his bowl and held it out to me.
My head tilted to the side but he raised his bowl to me again. I set my plate down and made a circle in the air to try and ask if he was giving it all to me. He nodded and leaned closer so I took the bowl. He sat back and watched as I ate, I even offered some back but he shook his head.
A knock on the door startled me and made me pause in mid chew. He only moved slowly, first picking up my plate then getting up. He walked to the door, opened it and blocked my view of whoever was out there. When he turned around again he was carrying something else.
He sat back down with two large plates with various foods on them, one for me and one for him, I guessed. When he pointed to me and then the plate he set in front of me I knew I was right. He sat down again with his plate on his lap and as soon as I finished what was in the bowl I took up the large plate. The same fruit was on it along with the meat but there were different looking fruits and meats as well. There were little round things that looked like baby potatoes, I watched him to see what he did with them. Inset in the plate were little bowls on the edge filled with a very thick sauce, it reminded me of teriyaki sauce form my favorite Asian restaurant. He took a little potato thing and dipped in the sauce and popped the whole thing into his mouth.
I looked at the plate and before eating anything I smelled it to make sure it was safe. As if your nose is that good, I thought a little bitterly. I had no idea if the food he offered me was safe or not. I doubted he would try to intentionally poison me after so long. Hell, they could have just killed me in my sleep if they wanted to.
The cream colored male nodded at me when I hesitated on taking a bite out of a leathery piece of fruit. “Safe?” I asked and he still nodded. “How do you know?” I asked without thinking. He did answer me but I didn’t understand a word he said. Later, when he got a better grasp on my language he explained that while I was sleeping they took tissue samples from me and tested all the food they had on it. Most of it was okay for me to eat but there were a few things that I was allergic to or they were poisonous to me. Thankfully they were minor foods or herbs they could go without and Thaiden had forbid the dangerous food to be in his home. They made sure I knew what the food looked like, anyways, so I knew what not to eat if I ever found myself foraging outside.
We ate in silence until I was finished. The urge to talk to someone again, human or not, was starting to overwhelm me. I needed to talk to someone, anyone, and he was the only one around. It took some time but I managed to find my voice again.
“Tobias,” I said putting my hand on my chest.
He perked up right away with a piece of fruit sticking out of his mouth; it was a little comical and made me smile. He quickly chewed it somehow then put his hand to his chest and said something. It sounded more like a deep rumble than anything else but there were clearly two syllables. He said it slowly again and even emphasized the two syllables for me. When I still didn’t understand he made the ‘small’ gesture with his index finger and thumb and gestured that there were two small syllables. That much I got.
On his fifth try I started to hear a different sound in his rumble. It sounded like a hard ‘b’ to start and in the middle a hard ‘d’. After a few more times it started sounding like ‘Boedog’.
“Boedog?” I asked and he nodded happily, his eyes crinkling into a smile. I grinned like an idiot proud of myself for getting it right, we were making progress.
That small gesture of trust on my part started a wonderful friendship. Eventually Boedog took me outside of the room and then just plain outside to see where I was. Once I found out that I was no longer on Earth, or anywhere near it, I started working to accept my situation better.
I spent months teaching Boedog, Tox and Thaiden my language and they got it rather quickly, faster than I was able to understand their language but they were all surprisingly patient. Even Thaiden seemed to soften the more he was around me and Tox stopped looking at me like I was meat or a good trophy to decorate his wall.
Thoroughly drenched hair and sopping wet skin finally made me stop and I got off of my favorite bar. I didn’t know how much time I killed but it was enough, it was bath time then nap time.
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