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C h a p t e r F o u r »»————> T r a p p e d <————«« Sofia Warren
He didn't hit me.
I move my arms that were coving my face and look at him. His expression is hard. He looks off past my face, looking at the wall like it has some sort of ancient writing hidden to my eyes that he can read just fine.
He always looks like this—like he is in a trance of deep thoughts, or just busy minded.
"I'm sorry," I mumble. This brings his gaze to mine. "I shouldn't have raised my voice at you," I fiddle with my fingers as I speak, nervously.
He grabs ahold of my hand, "Stop it," His tone aggravated but his actions and face don't match his words. I frown at him, slightly. His cold hand releases mine and I quit messing with them.
"Do you need any painkillers?"
"That sounds nice," I look at him, he doesn't hesitate when he gets up.
"Alright," The door is wide open.
If I wasn't so damn sore I would run away right now. He knows I'm not going anywhere, he is definitely trying to edge me to run bare ass naked out into the world. It's fucking annoying.
I would gladly run around completely naked, recreating the scene in one of the Scary Movie movies where Ghostface stripped the girl almost naked when chasing her.
That brings a smile to my face and I laugh at myself. I sigh as I relax in the tub once more. Might as well enjoy this while it lasts.
He may never do this again. Or he may bathe me every night. I have no fucking clue with this man. His actions are like whiplash, whiplashing whiplash.
He's more confusing than math when they added letters and negatives and shit. I swear I failed math classes more than I passed.
He comes back downstairs and sits on the edge of the tub.
"Here," He holds the pills above my mouth.
"I washed my hands, don't worry, here's a water too," He says, holding up the water bottle. He unscrews the lid and holds the pills above my lips.
I open my mouth and he drops the pills in and pours some water into my mouth, I swallow the pills, grateful for this sudden kindness. I really hope the pills work a miracle and I will hopefully not feel like utter death tomorrow.
"Thank you," I say again, I've decided that it is definitely best in my case to be on his good side so I will be trying my very hardest to stay on good terms with him.
"Will I ever get to go outside?" I ask, I know that the answer is probably no, I will definitely be dead before he decides he trusts me enough to be outside. I like looking at the stars, it was my favorite thing to do at my apartment, no matter how many bad memories there were there, it always calmed me to be able to sit on my balcony and watch the stars twinkle.
