His Kitten

Chapter Three - Different

        I stood staring at Russell's hand that was currently holding my phone.

     No!

Why did I drop it. If only I hadn't drop the darn thing I would've escaped from his clutches. And the worst part was his smirk because he knew. He knew that he had the upper hand in having my phone, not letting me escape from his hell.

"Can I have my phone, please." I asked while holding out my hand.

Unexpectedly, Russell grabbed my wrist in return and pulled me close to him. Our height difference could be felt as he was a few inches taller.

"Good kitties don't shove their master and run away." He glared and I felt myself shudder. "If anything they protect their master."

Was he saying that I should be the bullet vest for him? If anything, I'm my own shield, not his.

"I think your mistaken." I said while folding my arms. Russell leaned closer to me, making my breath hitch.

"No kitten. If anyone is mistaken it's you." Those eyes. They were the same pair you'd see in your nightmare as a child. The creepy, scary looking ones that belonged to the monster.

Only this monster is real.

"Now apologize before you regret your mistake, and I'll consider giving back your phone." Russell waved my phone in the air as a bribe. It was working.

"I apologize for pushing you and running away. I promise I won't do it again." I gazed into his eyes and furrowed my brows when I saw them looking back at my own.

    "Not good enough." Russell stated while folding his arms. "Don't make any plans for Friday night, you're making me dinner."

"What?!" I shouted as I was flabbergasted by the sudden statement. "I have no obligation to do so."

"But you do, my dear kitten. See, I'm not dumb like you brainless cats are. I made sure to save your friends number on my phone in case I needed to tell them the truth." He smirked and narrowed his eyes. "Perhaps it was too soon for you to get a boyfriend, I'm sure that's what they'll think."

I shut my eyes and mentally screamed. Why! Why was he such an monster towards me!

"I'll make you dinner. That's fine." I spat and his lips curved even more, deepening his smirk.

"One more thing Kitten." Russell cooed and I stared straight at him. There was no point in showing him my weakness. "Your also going to cook lunch for me this week."

I nodded my head to show my agreement and he patted it.

"Good. I'll be expecting something edible tomorrow." He mocked and soon left after handing me my phone.

Ugh! I hate him so much. Why did I lie in the first place? It would've been easier for me to just tell Amy and Monica honestly than to put up with him.

But as many said, you must finish what you've started. And that was what I am going to do. See this lie to the end.

***

   I packed Russell a lunch and put just as much effort into it as my own. Which is a lot because I could've just poisoned his with laxatives.

    God that would be hilarious to see.

   I had already been in school for a few hours and lunch was approaching us.