Love me (A Princeton Love Story) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 10

Y/N. . .

He stared at me for a while, sad in a way. I must've really hurt his feelings, because he didn't do or say anything. My stomach growled in desperation, loud enough to be heard by Jacob from across the room.

"You got any food?" I asked, trying to soften up the tension that had been lingering in the air. My stomach had really been knawing at my insides for the longest. Being that I hadn't eaten for days, refusing to take anything Boss gave me. Hearing about his plans of drugging the girls and young women there so they could be auctioned off. I had no clue of how they said they'd do it, but I sure wasn't taking any chances, my risk of dying at upmost.

"Sure." Jacob said with a blank stare at me. He then made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. "What do you want?" He asked, rummaging through the refrigerator.

"Anything you have. Just let me watch you make it." I said getting out of my seat and making my way to the island and propping myself on it. I watched as he took the white bread out the cabinet and laid it out. He then added meat and cheese. He asked what else I wanted, but I just shrugged because I really just needed food. He slowly nodded and began to put mayonnaise on the small sandwich.

But I didn't like the way the color of it looked. The thick white cream looking as cocaine, or coke for short. With me thinking of it being a way to drug me, I quickly told him to stop.

"Why? It's just mayo." He stated as he continued to smear the white mayonnaise on the meat.

"Stop!" I yelled again, this time of fury.

He finished it off and looked at me and smiled, licking off some that had gotten on his hand. "It's just mayo." He repeated as he handed me the sandwich.

I snatched it away from him and pulled the meat off and rubbed it all over his face. He grew angry at me and wiped some of it off.

"Don't do that!" He yelled.

I chuckled at him. "Why? It's just mayo." I mocked. After he wiped his face with a paper towel, he walked to the couch and sat, not looking at me. He was acting like a three year old child.

"Jacob, don't tell me that you're mad over that." I stated bluntly.

He looked over to me, and gave off an agitated stare. "I'm not mad. . ." He mumbled and turned back to the television.

"C'mon Jacob! It was just a joke!" I said.

"I'm. Not. Mad." He repeated.

I took my attention off him and his bitchy ways and put it on the square food. It hadn't looked too inviting, just a small snack. But, the way I chowed it down and smacked my lips at the purifying taste had shown something different. I hadn't tasted anything this good for a long time. At the warehouse we were fed little biscuits and a bowl of soup. And which would have to last us for an entire week. But this sandwich tasted. . . normal. Just like mother used to make them.

Hours later, Jacob had still been distant. He didn't talk to me, nor look at me. I didn't mind, though. Things like this would always happen.

I played with my fingers. My nails had grew so long. They no longer looked like they were human nails. But they didn't give us rights or privileges to do anything. The only thing they allowed was to talk to our roommates, but loud enough so the guards to hear. Just in case we might have been trying to plot an escape plan. But with my roommate already escaped, I quietly plotted one myself. And of course, it was the one to hang myself.

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As the day wore off, me and Jacob lounged at the house, and nothing more. Later, Jacob had left to do something or go somewhere. He hadn't exactly said what, but he did say that he'd be back. I shrugged, and he smiled and left. And left me here. Alone. But I wasn't too mad about it, because he had already told me earlier that he would sleep next to me tonight. But. . . that didn't sound to inviting, and I declined his offer.