HIS Obsession

Chapter 7

I Rubbed my eyes to see him lifting me up from the floor. Why he do this? I'm not a furniture to just lift and place it wherever he wants.

Yes I can't walk now properly but...

Sigh...

He placed me on the bed, and and and
sit next to Me?????

Nuh uh... You don't that close to the person you just met.

"Why were you sleeping on the floor?"

I can feel a hint of irritation when he said that. I looked at him then my clothes.

It's really....... dirty,

whereas his bed is all clean and soft comfy. Offcourse I don't want this nice bed to get dirtied by Me.

"If you needed clothes you could have given me a hint for help?"

Help?

No one did it. So I stopped it.

He got up walking towards a cupboard and took out a large size of  grey colour T-shirt and loose trouser.

"It's my fault I should have taken care of it. In morning we'll get things for you"

For me? I pointed to myself in disbelief is he serious?

"Yes, go change" he pointed towards a door, taking those clothes I walked inside his small yet elegant bathroom.

I strip myself. Thinking of it am I going out tomorrow wearing his clothes?

It's not bad but I look like a kid in a clothe that mom often choose.

Coming out of the bathroom I looked at him sitting on the bed.

"Come, sit!"

No

"Look, Rose I thought to talk about it in the morning but since we both haven't slept, so it's better if we come to the point. Okay?!"

I sit on the edge of the bed.

"Do you know how to write?"

Nodding my head, he handed me a small notepad and a pen.

"I'll ask you questions just nod in 'no' or 'yes' or write down"

I nodded. Looks like he is determined to help me.

"Okay so-- what are you writing I haven't even started my questions"

I showed him the note pad.

'i don't have money to pay you. So don't expect I'll give you anything after you done helping me. Okay?'

"I'm not asking anything in return"

'Then why are you helping me?'

"can't I?"

'Ask questions'

"Who caused you those bruises?"

I glance at my body it looks...  Pathetic.
Should I tell him? I don't think I'll get any other chances to be free from him.

So I wrote it down.

'My Father'

"You sure he is your real father?"

I nodded my head to his question.

"Since how long? And where is your mother?"

'She died due to leukemia when I was 10 and after that my father become alcoholic'

"Okay, How old are you?"

'20, how old are you?'

"I'm 26 and we are talking about you not me"

Huh.. calm down I just ask about the age no need to be rude young Man.

"Have you complained about that scu-- your father before?"

'yes'

"They didn't do anything"

I shook my head.

"Those bruiseslook fresh? Did he beat you today?"

'Yes'

"Why?"

'For Money, I collected them from doing part time jobs'

"And now you have nothing?"

I lowered my head... This is embarrassing.

"I guess you're father will be at home right now?"

"No he don't stay at home, he just often come to collect the money"

He took a moment while running his hand in his silky hair and said.

"Okay.."
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