Saved by a Salvatore

Chapter 2

Wow, I hadn’t counted on a name like that. By the look of his strong chin, I would’ve thought Brad, Mike, or Jeff. But, Stefan? “What times is it? I should really be going.” I really need to get out of here. This is all too much. I deserve nothing of this kind of treatment. If he knew the person I am, he’d throw me right back where he found me.

“Its 11:25 a.m. the 30th. It’s Tuesday and you’re not going anywhere. Do you understand?” he says sternly.

Why can’t I leave? I have the right to leave if I want! What’s his game? Did he say the 30th? How long have I been with him? “The 30th? How have I been asleep that long?” I really need to get out of here. Now.

He smiles sweetly at me. I wish he’d stop with the cute act already. What’s he up to?

“You’ve been in and out of consciousness yes. We’ll be leaving in a few hours, so you should really eat something before we do.”

We’re leaving? What did I say to this guy? I check fingers to make sure I wasn’t so stupid to marry this guy. Good there’s no ring. So if I didn’t marry him or make an arrangement with him, why’s he doing all of this? I can’t take this. I don’t deserve any of this.

Pulling the cream duvet back, I swing my legs off the bad and then realize I have no idea where the bathroom is.

Turning to him mostly to hide my frustration, “What do you mean, we’re leaving? You know nothing about me. How can you possibly trust me? I don’t deserve any favors. I don’t deserve your hospitality.” Geez, I’m almost screaming. Reign it in. Calm damn before you explode. He hasn’t done anything wrong. Taking a deep breath I continue, “Why are you doing this?”

He looks at me so stunned from my outburst. He just stares wordless, almost as if I’d slapped him. It takes everything I have to resist apologizing. I don’t know him. He doesn’t know me. So why do all of this?

He rises from the lounge he’d been sitting in, no doubt watching me sleep or sleeping himself, paces over to me.

“Can I ask you a question? One question and if you answer truthfully, I’ll let you leave.” he says all serious.

What? What could he possibly have to ask? I can’t keep the anger from showing through my eyes. “Ok, one question and then I’m gone.” I have to get out of here. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ve lost my job.

“Are you on drugs? Have you taken any drugs recently? Have you had any alcohol lately?” He looks dead into my eyes, all the smiling has vanished. He’s serious as a heart attack. But, all I want is to slap him and leave. How dare he ask me that? That’s none is his business. I mean, I do, and anyone who knows me knows that. Why is he looking at me like it’s his business?

“Well?” He says short.

“That’s none of your business and that was more that one question.” I’m almost seething at this point where does he get off trying to pick his way into my life? Then, as if my entire system decided to hate me at this exact moment, the shakes set in and my legs give just in time for him to catch me. “Whoa-”

“I guess that answers my question. Let’s say we get you some food and then we’ll talk.” He’s mad, yet he’s gentle. Why is he making me his business? I am really hungry though.

“Okay.” I’m too weak to fight anymore. The least I could do is hear him out. He hasn’t done anything wrong. Why do I always think rationally when I’m like this? The last time I was like this I forgave Nomie for screwing Nik after I told her I’d give him a chance.

“Okay what?” Is he laughing at me? Well, I’d laugh at me after the inner-struggle he literally saw in my actions and my words.

“Stefan, I’m huddled up to your chest. I’m shaking, my head is fuzzy as hell, and I’m starving. At this point I have nothing left in me to fight and disagree with you.” I catch his eyes as he looks into mine. Oh no! I know that look all too well.