His Wife

Chapter 5: Tight Grip

The day went by like any other average Saturday at our house, but only this time there was a lot of tension and resentment lurking inside of me. All we both really did was sit around at the house because it's not like either of us could exactly go out in public considering he killed a man and I was the only person who knew about it. And of course, he couldn't just go out by himself and leave me here because he knew I'd escape. That had me questioning how he was ever going to leave this house again because he'd have to eventually. He still had work on Monday and I knew for a fact he wasn't quitting his job over this. So how is he going to keep me here when he's gone? That question has been pounding on my brain all day, and when I tried asking him that question last night it seemed like he had just as much of a clue as I did. I suppose he could just take me with him when he has work and have me sit in the car, but how was he supposed to keep me from escaping even then? I could just open the damn door and run right out whenever he's too occupied to chase after me.

I got off the couch and stretched a little when Eugene announced that dinner was done and set my plate along with his on the table. I eyed the food as the steam rose from it and made my way over to the table. We haven't discussed much today because I kept myself cut off and distant while I was running numerous possible escape plans through my head. I knew I couldn't live cooped up in the same house with this maniac forever. I'd completely break down and lose my sanity if I had to live like this forever. Sure I've normally spent a great deal of time at this house, but being trapped here made everything feel like it's been flipped upside down. It felt as if I was under house arrest.

I complimented as I pulled out my chair, "This looks delicious."

He made chicken Parmesan with bread sticks and it looked exactly like it was made at a five star restaurant. Just the sight of it alone was enough to make my mouth water. If there was one thing I liked about my husband, it was that he could cook.

Taking his seat, he responded, "I made it just for you, and if there's something in specific you'd like me to make you, just ask."

This was what caused me to fall in love with him, his endless generosity and compassion towards me. Only now I could hardly see the light that was shed from it past the thick haze of smoke that was all the traumatizing things he's done to me. Since he and I started dating the smog would slowly seep in until it completely covered the light that drew me to him in the first place, leaving me as nothing more than a lost moth searching for that light endlessly.

I said passively, "You can make whatever you want because everything you make turns out delicious anyway."

He took me by the face and planted a soft kiss on my lips then told me with his hand still on my face, "You're just the sweetest, and just for that I'm making you something sweet tomorrow night."

I forced a smile to my face to let him think that I appreciated his generosity. Of course I appreciated it, I always would. I just found it very difficult to appreciate him at all with him holding me hostage here and all.

"Could you please make a batch of dark chocolate brownies with powdered sugar on top?"

He answered, "Of course, anything for you."

Anything except for letting me go. There wasn't exactly any more that I could ask him about my prison sentence because most of the questions I had asked him he didn't have answers to and I was sure he still didn't. Of course, it was already Saturday night and I was going to need to know what his plan for me was when he'd go to work because we both knew he couldn't stay here to watch me forever.

"Just a quick question, how are you planning on keeping me here when you go to work? I'm just curious because it's already Saturday night."

He set his fork down and cleared his throat before answering me then said, "I'll just keep you in the car because I don't see a problem with that. The windows are tinted so no one will see you and tonight after I tie you into bed I'm going to run to the store to get an alarm system for the car that will be triggered by you opening the door."