I casually walk around I see the door at the end of the small hall. I can tell that’s the way out. I don’t think he is stupid enough to have left it open so there is no point in me trying to get to it. On the other hand this may be my only chance to escape and for all I know the door could be open.
I yet again wander around. All of a sudden he is in front of me.
“I wouldn’t even think it if I were you.” He says trying to act scary but I can see straight through him and know it’s only because he knows he won’t be able to stop me from trying
I push him and kick his shin, it surprises him to the point he trips. I make a break for it. Him being careless has left me just a few seconds to run past and try to run.
“Well you aren’t me Ross.”
I somehow manage to run past and I reach the door. It’s not locked and I run out I see the sea and a beach there’s nothing but sand and water. But I see a boat and before I can start to run I'm pulled back. I fall and trip onto the floor and he is already on top of me using his body to pin me down.
I start to cry and scream. I try to fight him off but he’s too strong. I try and try but it’s no use, he has caught me. I scream at him to get off and I keep shouting for help but no one hears, the cat and mouse chase is over and I’m the poor little mouse.
“Hey, look at me, just look at me.” He says in a calm and soothing tone, “I’m not going to hurt you, but I’m not letting you go, please just calm down.” The tears are like a waterfall coming out of my eyes.
“Please just let me go Ross, please” I beg.
“I can’t do that. Please calm down. Stop crying and promise me you won’t try that again or until you do I’m not moving or letting you move.” It really should sound scary but he speaks to me is so softly to me like a whisper, gentle and kind, I think by this point I have completely lost my mind. I catch my breath and do as he says.
“I… I pro…mise.” His grip on me loosens and he gently gets off of me, I don’t move and he sits next to me. Gently I start to sit up slowly so he doesn’t think I'm getting up to run and I bring my knees into my chest. I hang my head but I don’t cry I think I’m all out of tears. I hear him stand next to me and I look up to see him offering out his hand for me to take. I hang my head back into my arms.
I feel his hand gently stroke my hair and I look at him and hes crouched down to me and sat with me. I’m tired. It takes a lot trying to fight him off me.
“Hey, Its’ okay, I would have been surprised if you hadn’t tried to. I had expected you’d try to escape though, a lot sooner than this. Please come back to the living room and I can make you something to eat or drink or… “He sees I really don’t much care for what he is saying. A few moments later I feel myself being lifted up and he is carrying me. I cling round his neck scared and surprised at first, I start to ease off after I realize what’s happening and the fact he’s smiling at my almost cuddle reflex.
He places me down on the couch and I feel like a small child. He sits down next to me and strokes my face softly.
“Hey, would you like something to eat or drink?” I just stare away from him. He turns my face back to his. I want to kiss him, I know I shouldn’t but I want to badly. I look down.
“Can… I… have something to drink?” I manage to say just as quiet as a mouse, to drown out the awkwardness between us.
“Yes.” He quickly turns on his feet and brings me over some water.
“Thanks” I say shakily.
“You are very tired I can see it in your eyes.” He looks at me and gently put his hand on mine. “Come, You need to rest.”
I sigh not wanting to go back to that room but I do anyway. Once we reach the room I sit on the bed and look around.
“Ross I don’t suppose you have any pajamas I could wear?” I ask.
“I never thought of that…. I have an old t-shirt or two you could wear and use as pajamas.” I nod, I’ll just wear some shorts under it.
“I’ll just go and get you them,” he is gone and I look out some comfortable shorts. He comes back with two t-shirts one I haven’t seen the other I wore while staying with him forgetting to bring pajamas. I let him leave and put on the fresh clothes the tops are too big but the shorts fit nicely.
I lie back in the bed and get comfortable as he comes back. He looks at me and I stare at him. At this point I have run out of things to say. He looks at me and whispers,
“Sleep, tomorrow you’ll feel better. I’m sorry if I hurt you while holding you down or carrying you or at any point today. Sleep well.”
“You didn’t Ross.”
He goes to leave the room, there’s something inside me telling me to stop him from leaving. I decide to act upon it.
