Need of Happiness

20

I don't know how long I've been here, stuck in this room; crying, laying in bed under the covers, and praying that Mathew is not dead.

I feel empty, alone and depressed. I heard my mother die and I couldn't stop him. I can't even see my family; they are probably worried about me and my mother. I need to get out of here. But I don't have a plan and I'm too tired to make up a plan.

Besides if I do manage to leave with Mathew, De'quan would be on our asses. We would have to watch our backs and be on the run. I can't do that. I want a normal life; to be with Mathew, my family, have a house and kids. I always wanted that. It's sad that all of that has to go down the drain since I'm in this situation.

The sound of the door opening send me out of my thoughts. I looked over the covers to see De'quan in a t-shirt and jeans.

"Get up." he ordered.

I rolled my eyes. "Why?"

He sighed. "You're coming downstairs to eat dinner, you gotta get out this room."

I threw the covers off of me and sat up. "Wow, the monster finally has a heart."

He rolled his eyes. "Lets go."

Without protesting, I got out of bed and walked out the room with De'quan behind me. The wooden floor felt good under my bare feet. I'm so glad I'm out that stuffy room. But I would be extremely happy if I was freed from him and out this damn house. I looked around the hall and saw no one, it was also quiet.

"Where's everyone?" I asked.

"I sent them out. So we can be alone."

We walked into the dining room where food was already set up. De'quan pulled out the chair for me. "Sit." he said.

I looked at him and the chair before slowly sitting down. I scooted up to the table as De'quan sat across from me. "Eat." he took a sip of his wine.

I looked down at the meal. Chicken Alfredo, my favorite. "How do I know it doesn't have poison in it?"

He chuckled. "You would have to eat it to find out."

"I don't want to eat it."

He sighed and set the wine glass down. "You haven't eaten in 3 days, you're hungry and growing weak. I don't want you to pass out."

Right on cue the hunger pain in my stomach hit me like a tone of bricks. "Fine, I'll eat it." I groaned. I picked up my fork next to the sharp knife, stabbed the food with it and picked it up to put in in my mouth. The whole time De'quan was eyeing me.

I continued to eat until I got full. I set the fork next to the sharp knife, I wiped my mouth with the napkin and looked up to see De'quan on his phone. I quickly store the knife in between my legs and took a sip of my wine.

"So, was killing my mother fun for you?"

De'quan put his phone face down and rubbed his eyes. "No, I regret doing that. Ms. Smith was like a mother to me and I loved her."

I scoffed at his lie. "Bullshit." I took another sip of my wine. "You always hated my mother."

"But I still regret killing her, it was never my attentions."

I rolled my eyes. "Is Mathew still alive?"

De'quan jaw clenched. "Yes. But I didn't kill him yet because he is already slowly dying. He lost a lot of blood."

My breath hitched. "Let him go."

De'quan shook his head. "No. Was the food good?"

"Just please let him go, I'll stay."