Dangerous cravings

❀twenty three

He parked the car outside Walmart and dragged me inside. I had been protesting because it might be too expensive.

He took out the piece of paper he had teared off the notebook from his jacket, I lowered my cap to keep anyone from recognizing me.

"Get the cart" I do as he says and we begin to walk down from every isle getting whatever was on his paper.

"Seriously fish?" I ask him as he opened the fridge to take it out, he didn't answer my question.

It took us two and half hours to finish the things on his list, I was tired  I wanted to sleep at this point. Why was he even doing this...gosh.

We pass by an isle that was full of toys, I looked at a big white teddy bear and smiled, I'd never gotten anything like this honestly my dad was always trying to save up money for us.

"Take it" he suddenly says.

"What?" He takes the toy from the shelf and hand it to me then proceeded to push the cart forward. I....was he really going to buy me this?

I followed him, we were now walking side by side but in total silence. We walked to the cashier and she ringed our things.

Her eyes however were stuck on Ethan the entire time, I mean I get it he's mad hot like this but girl... he's an ass.

"Your total will be $974" the cashier says and I look at Ethan, he takes out his hermes wallet from his back pocket and hands her a centurion card.

I look at him shocked.

She seems to be in my situation, she's flabbergasted too a nineteen year old with a centurion card is crazy but she swipes it and hands it back to him.

He grabs the bags filled with our groceries walking out, I follow him as usual! He open the car door putting the groceries inside, I hear Him curse and I don't know why.

He gets into the drivers seat after opening my door, I get in. The ride back home starts again. He hasn't said anything until now and I'm scared to even ask him.

His face right now is not exactly friendly, I look at the big teddy bear in my arms and I can't help but smile, I can't believe he really got me one.

He parks the car Infront of my apartment, I offer to help with carrying the grocery bags but he refuses and carries them upstairs by himself.

Once inside he starts to wash the things putting them in different containers before placing them in the fridge, now what he is doing this for?

"Umm..... what are you doing?" I finally ask "cooking" that's all he says and continues to do what he was doing at first "can I help?" I ask again

"No"

Great now what do I do with him, it's just supposed to be him fucking me right now not this, why's he being so considerate for.

He doesn't want his fucktoy to starve, he told you that remember?

Yes, I know but this is very weird even Derek didn't use to treat me like this, I spent my teen start trying to scramble for food or anything that would keep me going, I'd barely eat as I tried to save money so I can pay off all of my dad's loans.

So eating hasn't been an option for me, I don't know how good food tastes anymore and I barely like to eat. Did I really have an eating disorder, sometimes I'd lie to my friends that I was trying to keep my figure in shape  for my work but in reality I had nothing to eat.

But seeing him right now.

I sit on the sofa turning on the TV, I put the latest episode of JJK and start watching it.

A sweet smell starts to come out from the kitchen, I leave everything and go to the kitchen, he's standing there wearing my worn out apron, his sleeves rolled up one hand gripping on the frying pan and the other on the wooden spoon as he flipped the fish carefully.

"What are you making?" I ask out of nowhere "pasta Alfredo and grilled chicken" he says flaty not even looking at me in the eye.

"Why are you cooking the fish then?"

"It's for dinner"

He's making it for dinner? Is he gonna stay here until the evening? I sigh going back to living room to continue watching my show.

A few minutes later he walks to the living room carrying the food in his hands, he places them on the wooden table behind me "come eat" he firmly orders going back to the kitchen.

He comes back again with a bottle of wine and places it at the side with a glass. I sit down and start to eat the food as he sits on the sofa behind me going through his phone.

It's good, it's so damn good, how is he not a chef by now "it's really good" I excitedly tell him Like a little child. He doesn't say anything.

I finish eating and place my fork down "I can't finish this" I only ate half of it and I feel like puking already. He sighs "you don't have to force yourself".

Bending down he takes the plate with the remained food to the kitchen, I follow him there "I'm sorry" I apologize to him, I feel bad right now he spent too much time on making it but I couldn't even finish the food.

"It happens, you'll be fine" he tells me as he washes the dirty dishes "thank you for understanding" he smiles at me, his phone suddenly rings and I go take it from the living room for him

After talking on it for about five minutes he hangs up "I gotta go" he tells me placing the dishes nicely on the rack to dry out.

"But what about......?"

"Oh you'll compensate me for that" he says but it's not his usual playful says he looks rather......sad or annoyed, did the phone call make him like this? I wonder who called.

He walks into the living room grabbing his jacket, he puts on his shoes before turning back to look at me "eat the dinner I made" I nod my head and he walks out slamming my door shut behind him.

What.the.hell.is.happening?