Forced Love

Chapter 6

I looked at a clock nearby, and dozed off into my own world.

I began to think about school, and how glad I am to not be in it right now. At the same time, I rather be in school then here.

I'll ask Ryan when I can go to school, or get out of this place.

Suddenly Ryan walks in and sits beside me. His weight slightly causes me to shift closer to him, but I make sure to readjust myself, leaving space between us.

It was silent, he hadn't said anything so I look up at him. I notice a grin on his face, and I quickly look back down.

I finally ask, "When can I go home?"

He lets out a sigh, "I promise, you will like it here."

"Answer my question," I stubbornly insist.

I notice his face change, and he looks upset.
It was as if he had an alternate personality, which strikes at certain times.

"Don't ever ask me that again," he states, in an angry tone before looking at the floor.

I don't want to anger him or bring out his rage, but I also didn't want to act submissive. I needed him to know that I wasn't ok with staying here.

"Then let me say goodbye to my family," i say making him turn to me.

"Enough," he demands as he gets up, towering over me.

I bite my inner cheek, why did he want me here, I'm just a nuisance.

"What do you want to do?," he asks, changing the topic.

I decided to divert back to the old conversation, being the stubborn person that I am.

I replied with, "Go home."
The only problem is that it sounded like a question when it came out of my mouth.

Suddenly Ryan forcefully grabs my arm, lifting me off the bed.

"Why do you have to make this so difficult," he asks as he stares into my eyes.

I don't respond as I look away from his eyes, and towards the ground. We must've stood there for a minute, but it felt longer.

"Let's go watch a movie," he finally says.

I stay put as my expression doesn't change. I am suddenly picked up by Ryan, as he walks toward the kitchen. One of his arms is holding my head, and the other is tucked behind my knee. He is holding me tight to his chest, as if I'm a baby.

I wait patiently, hoping I won't be dropped on the floor at any time.

He gently puts me down on a couch, filled with pillows and a large blanket.

"Snack?" He asks.

My mind is elsewhere, but I somehow manage to respond quickly, "candy..popcorn."

He nods before leaving my sight and towards the kitchen.

My eyes suddenly dart to the door. I study the locks carefully, they look so simple. Maybe leaving this place will be easy.

I can't do it now, maybe once he sleeps or if he leaves the house.

That's it, I've made my plan. In the time it takes Ryan to get snacks, I came up with a simple plan.

Ryan comes back with snacks in his hand and a bottle of beer. I quickly turn my head away from the front door and to him.

He notices, saying, "Don't get any ideas."

I ignore his little comment as he places the snacks closer to me, and the beer closer to him.