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8

Just like the first day, Johnny stayed in his room, contemplating what to do with Chloe as he wanted to let her out of the chair. He didn't get Chloe any food like he said he would. It was currently five fifty in the afternoon, and it was already close to dark.

Johnny took out his earphones and put down Chloe's phone as he was communicating with her friends and her mother once again. Joyce had been worried about David, which Johnny was expecting, so he had come up with an excuse. He was thankful for the fact that Chloe liked to talk when she was irritated.

He heard Chloe moving a few times during the day and had her use the bathroom twice. But otherwise, he stayed in his room thinking of other solutions and kept Chloe in the living room. The house for the two days had been silent.

Hearing Chloe's muffled calls, he gets up from the bed, taking her phone with him.

Johnny stood over Chloe once he made it over to the living room, taking the cloth out, letting it hang around her neck, "Yes, sweet Chloe?" Chloe wanted to say something about the nickname, but she held back for now, not wanting to start another fight and speaking in a tired but desperate tone.

"Johnny, I'm tired, and I'm hungry, I probably have to piss again, and my ass is numb. My body hurts, and I'm thirsty as hell."

Johnny saw the dry tears on her face. Sometime during the day, she was probably crying, and the thought of that hurt Johnny, but it couldn't be helped. He was busy thinking of a new plan.

Johnny sighed, "Okay, well, you've gone to the bathroom already, so I doubt you need to go again, and I can't let you out of the chair, or you'll pull another trick but I can give you some food and water, or a whiskey if you want?"

"Who do you think I am? I drink beer, not whiskey."

"Well, I don't have any beer left, and whiskey is my go-to drink as you should know already," Johnny went to the kitchen calling out to Chloe, "Is there anything specific that you want to eat?"

"No, not really, unless you have a dick that you can suck?" She called back with a slight smirk.

Johnny shook his head, smiling just a tad bit cause of Chloe's humor, he announces that they'll be having spaghetti before he started getting the food prepared and cooking. While he also did that, he went to get Chloe some water to help with the dry throat that she probably has.

Chloe willingly took the drink, being too drained to do anything. Johnny then went back to the kitchen with the now half empty glass.

Johnny tried to make conversation while cooking, but Chloe would stay silent. She wasn't going to humor him anymore than she had already. So, for the next eight to ten minutes, Johnny tried to fill the silence by talking and putting on his vinyl.

Chloe watches as he plays one of his Camilla Cabello records. Señorita was playing, probably on purpose as well as Chloe found this disturbing. She knew what Johnny was doing. Filling the silence was one thing, but he was trying to do something.

Something in her gut was telling her something bad was going to happen.

She saw the whiskey. It was in his hand when he pulled out the ingredients of the food that was currently being made. He was getting wasted, and in her experiences of being with Johnny for three months, when he got wasted, he would always play a song on his vinyl or his or Chloe's phone.

Johnny stumbled as he walked over to the kitchen, seeing as the eight minutes were up. After putting the spaghetti in a bowl, he grabbed a fork, making his way back to Chloe. He sat himself down on the nearby coffee table.

"We'll share this, okay?"

That was not a request or a suggestion.

Feeling uneasy, she nodded, already seeing how fucked up Johnny is. She replied with a soft 'okay'.