Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Drink

I was restless as I tossed and turned throughout the night staring at the wall.

I hear him sigh as he runs my back again forming small circles with his fingertips.

"You're still thinking about what happened, aren't you?" he asked his other hand rubbing my arm as I picked at the skin around my nails.

I try to find the right words. "I just.. Well. I don't understand... why...why you won't tell me what's going on....I need to know."

He let out another sigh and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Baby, I already told you. I'm handling it. You don't need to worry about anything. You need to sleep we have a long day ahead of us."

"I can't just turn it off," I said defensively completely disregarding what he said. "I saw him at the door, and you just expect me to pretend like everything's fine? You head what he said."

His expression softened, but there was an edge to it. "You're safe with me. That's all you need to know."
He stood and walked over to the bar in the corner of the room. I watched as he grabbed two glasses and poured a dark amber liquid from the bottle his back to me for a minute as he poured both of our glasses. He spills a little and uses the napkin to clean it nodding to himself when he cleaned up the mess."Here, this will help you relax and go to sleep you've been up for hours and you look exhausted."

I hesitated as he handed me the drink, the glass cool against my fingertips. "I'm fine," I muttered quietly as anxiety seemed in my gut.

"You're not," he says firmly, sitting beside me. He places his hand on my knee, squeezing it gently. "I can see it all over your face. Just take a sip. It'll calm you down."

I glanced at the amber alcohol in the glass. I didn't want to admit that he was right. I definitely could feel my body trembling. Maybe one drink would help, just enough to take the edge off.

I took a small sip, the warmth of the liquor spreading down my throat. It wasn't much, but it did help settle me slightly. I exhaled slowly I felt him watching me the whole time.

He must be worried about me. I think

"There you go baby," he said softly, his voice smooth. "Just relax." rubbing his hand through my hair as he drank his own.

I took another sip of the drink I leaned back against the headboard, trying to push the earlier event out of my mind. His hand remained on my knee.

I had never felt like this before. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"How do you feel?" he asked me carefully studying my face.

"Better," I admitted, though a sudden strange dizziness had begun to form in my head. I blink a few times, trying to clear the fog. "A little tired, though."

"That's normal," he murmured, his fingers brushing my cheek in that gentle way he always did when he wanted me to relax. "You've had a long day. Just rest."

I nod slightly, my eyelids feeling heavier by the second. "Yeah... maybe I just need to lie down." My words came out slower than I intended each word i said sounded like I was dragging like my thoughts were moving through water.

He shifted closer and his arms wrapped around me as he guided me to lay down on the bed. "Shh, just close your eyes, baby. I've got you."

My body sagged against his, my muscles relaxing as if I couldn't hold them up anymore. I felt his fingers trace gentle patterns on my arm. As I feel myself sink deeper into the fog of sleep. The room around me blurred ever so slowly.

Something was wrong.

I tried to stay awake, but the lull of sleep was too strong. My mind screamed at me to fight it, to ask him what was happening, but my lips and body wouldn't move, His voice drifted into my ears, soft and soothing, like a lullaby pulling me under.

"Shh..You're okay, baby. Just sleep. I'll take care of everything." he says as he runs his hand through my hair again.

I wanted to ask what he meant, but the darkness was too fast and my eyes fluttered shut, and the last thing I felt was his lips brushing my forehead before everything went black.