Stolen Love

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

I did not know how many days had gone by since I had been locked down here. There were no windows which meant no sunlight. I only had a small clock bolted to the wall that ticked away the time. I had started to grow tired of hearing it click away and wanted to rip it off the wall more times than I could count.

I found a small empty book and a pen and decided to use that to write to myself. I needed to express myself in some way, and I could not remember the last time I had an actual conversation with someone who was not Noah.

He would often come down with the meals he made for me. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was not complaining. I was glad he was not forcing me to cook him food. However, he barely spoke to me.

This was the first time in my entire time being here that I actually wanted him to talk to me. Without the social interactions that I was used to, I was starting to feel very depressed. That and the lack of sun. The only light that was provided was the ones that came from the lamps and overhead lights.

I thought about ripping those out of the wall too.

I was starting to lose hope too.

I had begun to lose my appetite and the bags under my eyes darkened significantly. I had troubles sleeping without having nightmares riddled with Noah slaughtering me and my family before my eyes. I was also terrified of what he was going to do to me, especially concerning our last entanglement when he first brought me here.

The door leading to the upstairs opened and closed shortly after. The heavy sound of boots against wood caught my attention.

My eyes slowly followed Noah as he walked towards the end of the bed, placing a tray of food down onto it.

Noah's eyes quickly fell on me as he scanned me up and down. I looked like death and felt like death. I spent most of my days down here crying in bed and journalling, since there was not much else to do.

Noah's eyes moved away from me as he began to turn on his heels and walk away from me.

"Wait!" I called out after him.

He paused, his wide back still facing me before he slowly turned around. His one eyebrow raised in question.

"When am I allowed to get out of here?" I whispered, unable to look him in the eyes.

Noah let out a small chuckle. "It's only been a week and a half and you're already starting to miss me?"

I bit my tongue in attempts to suppress a slur of curse words that I wanted to yell in his direction. He was being an ass and he knew it.

"I'm tired of staying down here." I admitted. It was true. I was dying of boredom and I felt like I was going insane. I was left alone basically all day and everyday, stuck with my own thoughts and fears eating away at me.

Noah's head tilted and a mischievous smile etched across his face. "Oh, are you now?" His voice filled with amusement as he watched me. "Unfortunately for you, I am tired of you misbehaving and I don't know if I can trust you yet." Noah shook his head.

I sat up on my knees, feel humiliated by his words. "Please. I am begging you. I want out of here." I felt so weak and horrible for begging this man to let me out of here, but I had no idea what else to do.

Noah stepped closer to me, seemingly trying to read me and see if I was being truthful. "I don't know," his eyes glimmered with humour. "do you think you can behave from now on?"

I swallowed my pride that formed like a large lump in my throat. "Yes."

Noah nodded, eyeing me up carefully. "Maybe tomorrow night we can have dinner, and we can see what happens then?" I sighed at his words, thankful that he was not going to make me beg. "How does that sound sweetheart?" Noah edged on when I did not answer.