I Heart You (On Hold)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

After eating, I showered and dressed, there was sweat shirts and sweat pants, that were to large for me, on the bed and some undergarment, that thankfully and strangely were of my own. It was probably creepy how they ended up here but I wasn’t going to complain.

I stepped out of the shower and went down stairs; I tripped some time, since the sweat pants were too big. I was walking without shoes but it didn’t matter because the floor was made of wood.

When I approached the bottom of the glass stairs, I cautiously walked to the kitchen always looking back to see if he was there. Getting there I opened the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Opening the cap, I noticed that on the dinning table there was a note.

I am going out, do whatever you want, the door is open but you will get lost in the forest, there are no roads or other houses around here.

In other words I couldn’t escape.

I explored the house and it was pretty normal. There was the living room, the kitchen, and upstairs. I walked upstairs with my bottle of water. The first door was locked so I headed to the other. It was a bedroom, it was like mine, but it was clean and organized like the entire house. Does he have OCD?

I went to the last room and this one was a gigantic circular room, it was a big library, with a big desk at the center, this room probably was the biggest room in the house and there were shelves of books, some looking new and some old. There was stairs leading down and I realize that this rooms was connected to downstairs, at the bottom of the stairs, there was a sofa and a small table. I went to the door and opened and I found myself in the living room again. I flopped down on the leather coach and stared at the ceiling.

Then I heard a door open and in stepped my hot kidnapper. His hair was a mess, a lovely an hot mess indeed, his hair was ruffled, but it was just at the top, since the sides were cut short. He was wearing a jacket over a white t shirt that showed his muscles. Trying to not to drool I noticed that he was caring a few bags, it was my shoulder bag and he threw it to me and some other shopping bags, he then stepped out of his shoes and went to the kitchen.

“Are you going to just sit there or you are actually going to help me put away the groceries?” He called from the kitchen. Ha! So he went out to get groceries. It sounds pretty hilarious.

“I am actually ok here.” I said, with a smile, it was so strange; it was as if we were living together…. I slapped myself. Stupid, how can you think like that I scowled myself.

“I don’t think so, move you lazy ass and help me.”

“If you say so.” I cautiously walked towards him and he handed me a paper bag without looking at me as he putted away a box of cereals. I peered inside and pulled out a box of cookie dough. I looked around and opened a cabin, the cabin was full of prescript medication, all in there familiar orange container, I am familiar with it; I was taking pills for my depression. Suddenly a hand closed the cabin with a load sound and I turned around to see a pair of blue eyes.

“The cookie dough goes here” he said with a cold tone, while motioning towards a cabin to my left. “You don’t open this one; don’t open it, never again.” He said with a tone that left no space for arguing. I nodded since I was to scare to talk, he was scary.

 He sighed and closed his eyes, when he opened them again he looked less mad. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have scared you, leave the groceries and just unpack your things, ok?” He said and I nodded I headed out of the room, my head spinning, he was… what the hell has happened? He was trying to murder me with his eyes and then he was kind?