Saving Claire

Chapter Nineteen

Ever since that nightmare I had a few nights ago, Ivan has been making me stay in his room. He says it's because he just wants to make sure that I'm okay and that I might feel safer in here. But I think it's really to keep an eye on me, to make sure I don't try to hurt myself again.

After that day I ran from him in the hallway when I said I needed to use the bathroom, I cried for over an hour. My thoughts got the best of me like usual, and this time I lost it. I couldn't control my emotions and I cut myself. It wasn't too deep, but it was enough to cause a lot of pain. Which didn't matter to me.

Ivan had walked in on me as I did another cut above my wrist and he instantly pulled me out of my bathroom and brought me to his room where he cleaned and bandaged up my cuts. He asked me why I did it, but all I could reply was 'I'm sorry' he didn't say much besides making me promise to never do that again. I guess he hates seeing me hurt.

So as of right now, I'm just sitting on his bed reading a book. He had to leave somewhere so I'm stuck by myself. Which I didn't mind. I've always enjoyed being alone. After several minutes of reading, I set the book aside and got up. My stomach kept growling signaling for me to eat. I didn't want to because I wasn't hungry.

But I knew Ivan would get upset with me for not eating, and literally force me to eat. Even if it meant he had to feed me. And I really didn't want that. It'll just make me uncomfortable. So I got up and walked into the kitchen. I looked around for something to make. When I would have to cook for my parents, I'd always go for spaghetti because it was a simple dish to make. And my favorite.

I was only told once how good it was. Which wasn't by my parents, but by my big sister and brother. Like I said though, that was only a one time thing. Anyway, I picked out what I needed and started cooking. About thirty minutes later, the food was ready and I dished some up for the both of us. I washed the pans and spatulas I used, and put them away. I sat at the table and ate.

I looked at the time seeing it's six o'clock. Ivan should be back anytime.
I finished quickly and washed my plate. I set a large bowl over Ivan's food, put a napkin next to it and set the fork onto the napkin. I grabbed a water bottle and set it on the table as well and sprinted upstairs. I sat down and continued on reading my book.

It wasn't long before I heard a door shut and him yelling he's back. Seconds later, he's standing by the doorway, smiling at me. I looked at him confused. "Yes?" I questioned shyly. He walked closer, and sat down next to me. "I see you cooked" he said, amused. I nodded. "I was hungry, and I figured you'd be too so I-" he cut me off.

"Thank you. And for eating" he said sweetly still smiling. "You're welcome. I-I hope it's good" I stuttered. He chuckled. "I'm sure it will be" he said before getting up and walking out. I went back to reading some more before I started feeling tired.

But I regret falling asleep..