I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 7: A Look Over

 We got back to the house several minutes later and Alisha didn’t hesitate to get out and start walking inside. Tye held the door for me as I hurried behind her, feeling a sense of relief and stress all at the same time.

This house still felt too big and too sterile for me, but it was also… safe.

And safety was more than I’d had for a long long time.

Alisha headed upstairs. I glanced behind me to find Tye starting to shrug out of his shirt and looked away before hurrying after Alisha.

At the top of the stairs I skidded to a stop and turned my back as she was starting to take her clothes off.

“Sorry,” I said hurriedly and almost took off down the stairs again but stopped and instead sat down on the top step. My back faced Alisha as I heard her moving around behind me. Her clothes were tossed in the trash and then she went into her closet with the familiar click of the handle turning. I waited patiently as she gathered some clothes and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

I let out an uncertain breath. The shower started running  and I leaned back, starting to understand what they were doing. There had been blood sprayed back on Alisha, and Tye probably had his own run in with the stuff in the alley, so it made sense for them to discard their clothing and scrub any traces off their body before the police could even think about sampling them.

It still left an uncomfortable feeling in my chest. I had witnessed a murder, right? I should feel something more… horrified.

I looked at my hands. A fresh layer of dirt hid under my nails and grime was smeared on my skin. A bath or shower would do me some good, too, I decided, but I would wait until Alisha was finished.

So I simply sat there and let the images start to process. That man had gone down with a spray of blood. But the other one’s voice stuck in my brain far more. The begging had been horrible and made my skin crawl even though I knew he wasn’t dead. It wasn’t like I didn’t think he deserved punishment but it still made my gut unsure. 

Murder… dismemberment… Alisha had handled it all so casually as if this was part of the normal routine. And Tye knew how to castrate someone? That was something he would’ve been taught, not been able to figure out through trial and error. I hoped not, anyway.

As safe as this place felt, could I really trust this to end well for me?

By the time Alisha came out of the bathroom, toweling her hair off and dressed in loungewear, I had made up my mind. I would stay. Maybe Alisha had a good reason to have this set up. Maybe it was a mistake, but it was my mistake and after running for so long, I was willing to risk it.

I stood and started to head to the bathroom.

“You should change your clothes too,” Alisha pointed out and presented me some clothing that looked like another carbon copy of what I had when she found me. “I’ll take care of your other ones.”

I didn’t need to ask why and took the new ones before sliding into the bathroom.

A fan was blowing overhead, filling the relatively small room with noise as I stripped down, put on one of the robes, and then cracked the door open to toss the old clothes out for her to dispose of.

The shower felt as amazing as ever and I wished the fresh sensation of bathing like this would never go away. The water was hot and ran down the drain, pulling all of my filth with it.

I scrubbed my skin with the soap, and washed my hair until it felt almost squeaky. My skin flushed pink in the heat.

When I finally came out, dressed in the fresh clothes, the old clothes were gone, the trash can had a clean bag in it and Alisha was on her phone, gently patting her hair with a towel.

I hopped onto the bed and silently curled up, trying to get some rest while horrifying images kept trying to push into my brain.

Alisha came over a few moments later and laid down, looking at me sideways now.

“I hope you can feel comfortable,” she said. “As much as you can be.”

I nodded.

She patted my head a few times before standing and getting some water from the pitcher.

I stayed in bed, wishing I could let sleep take me, but the adrenaline still hadn’t worn off.

She came back around and looked down at me, examining the way I was trying to curl up.

“What's on your mind?” She asked.

I shook my head.

“I know you’re probably shocked by… what I did today but I think you know why I did it.”

“Yes,” I answered. “I know… they weren’t good people… but still.”

“They would not have hesitated to pull the trigger on you if it meant they’d make a couple dollars,” she told me. 

“I-I know.” They were definitely not good people. I still remembered him saying: ‘I think you’ll be satisfying to claim.’ My stomach twisted up more.

Alisha put her hand against my head, very gently. Part of my instinct was to shrunk away from the murderous things, but the touch was still soothing and I closed my eyes. I knew her occupation and I knew these things probably happened but it was different witnessing them first hand.

And then there was that reminder that Alisha had no reason to care about or for me, even as she was comforting me.

“Alisha?” I asked.

“Is something bothering you?” she asked, pulling her hand away.

I went still, knowing there was definitely still conflict in my head. I slowly sat up and looked at her, feeling almost a little sick.

“It's just… I’m kinda…”

Her head tilted, patiently listening as my thoughts processed.

“Even beyond me being homeless and you being successful, I just…. I’m not in your league, appearance-wise,” I explained carefully.

“Not in my league?” she asked.

“You’re so pretty,” I explained. “And I’m so ugly… so I don’t understand why you want me here, or why you care and it must be embarrassing for you to be seen with me.”

Her face was stunned then she scoffed. “You’re not ugly.”

“But you don’t know that,” I argued.

“How would I not know that?” She crossed her arms. “I’m looking at you and you’re pretty and

cute. I feel no embarrassment about being seen with you or for having you spend time around my house. I enjoy your companionship, so there’s no reason to worry about that.”I stood then. “You don’t understand,” I said. “I’m not pretty. You will find the flaws eventually and then you’re going to hate me.”

Her expression was frustrated. “Do you want me to look you over and tell you now if there’s something I don’t like?”

I bit my lip, this felt like a trap, but I’d rather rip the bandaid off now. So I approached her and began to peel my shirt off.

Once free, I pushed my leggings down, and the miniskirt as well. Just to finally see Alisha’s confused face.

I realized then she hadn’t meant for me to strip down and the flush heated my face rapidly.

Then she took a breath and began unbuttoning her own shirt, neatly folding it to set it on the bed before pushing her pants off as well.

We both stood in our underwear.

She was somehow even more pretty under her clothes, a quality I wished I could share with her but my joints and fats were all wrong. Too much of a curve here or there, even when my bones protruded. She had a slender frame and gentle curves. Her skin was flawless other than a crescent shaped scar on her side that was almost like a sliver of a moon. 

She took a few steps so she stood right next to me and looked me up and down.

She smelled like her soap, which was comforting as she picked up my arm and examined down my side while I held my tongue about all the things I could point out.

She then circled around to the back and put her hands on my hips. My skin shuddered at her touch but it wasn't unpleasant. Just electrifying.

“I like what I see,” she determined and then bent me forward to look at my thighs. “I don't see what you could think is ugly.”

It was a strange reassurance as she let me straighten myself back out.

I turned to face her. “But–”

And she put a finger to my lips. “You are more than your body,” she said. “So stop fretting over a problem we don't have, and may never have.”

I went silent. She was deadly serious with that voice and any argument would get me nowhere.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“I'll get us something to eat,” she continued and picked her clothes back up to pull them back on. I averted my eyes so I wasn't ogling her unnecessarily.

She went down stairs and I got dressed again as well. Pulling my clothes on carefully as my hands shook.

She approved of me. Or so she said. My stomach was in knots as I fought back the furious blush at thinking of what could happen between us.

Then again, I wasn't 100% sure Alisha was gay.