I slept restlessly. I was still. I didn't really fall asleep for long. My brain rushed with different escape plans but I doubt that any of them would work out. I got out of bed once to use the bathroom and when I came back, he was sitting up with a gun in his hand.
I was surprised he let it go. He made me get back in the bed then fell back asleep. I hugged the pillow and shut my eyes tight. The sound of his small snores covered the sound of my sniffling as I cried.
After a couple minutes, I was exhausted and let my body give in. I shut my eyes and fell asleep. When I woke up, I was curled up in a tight ball, underneath Kyree. His body heat was comforting.
I stayed there momentarily until my mind began to process my situation. I'm not at home. He kidnapped me. Now, he is keeping me captive here. I scooch back away from me, causing him to grunt.
My heart stop as he sat up slightly then turned to the other side. His snores continued and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Slowly, I moved out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.
I searched for a new toothbrush and some toothpaste, then washed my face. I stared at myself in the mirror. Despite how much has changed in the last twenty four hours, I still have the same routine.
I still stare at myself.
I still imagine the scars and bruises that use to cover my face.
I try to remember what that therapist said. It was never my fault. It was never my fault. I was never my fau--"
My thoughts were never interrupted when the door to the bathroom opened abruptly. I looked at him through the mirror. "You're smart." He said groggily. I'm guessing he is saying this because I didn't run.
I've been in this position before. Feeling scared, inferior. I didn't saying, I just looked away from him and grabbed the towel to dry my face. When I turned around, he was at the toilet, preparing to pee. I gasp then quickly left the bathroom. He couldn't wait? I sigh and sat on the edge of the bed.
He stayed in the bathroom for about ten or fifteen minutes, when he came out he only had a towel around his waist. "I have a... business meeting to go to." He said as he began to dress in front of me. My ears perked up at the thought of him leaving me.
He turned around to look at me. His lips turned up slightly, then he walked to me. I stayed seated on the edge of the bed. He stood right in front of me, then grabbed my chin with his forefinger and thumb to lift up my face. We were face to face.
He chest was bare and he had his pants on. I stayed focused on his eyes. They were a light brown, his lashes were long and his eyebrows were thick. Personally, I don't think that's fair but that's beside the point.
"Don't get any ideas, beautiful. I got Nya and Gianna coming over to watch you." He said flashing his teeth in a wicked smile. I turned my head slightly out of his hold. I felt my eyebrows furrowed.
His eyebrow raised then I looked away. "Ah, you gettin' a little comfortable." He gave a small laugh. "You gon have to cut the shit." He said as he took the shirt that was hanging up.
After he finished getting dressed he called people who I guess are a part of his "business meeting". As he talked on the phone, I let my mind just wonder. I wonder where Misty is. My heart drop thinking of her but was quickly distracted when he sat beside me to put on his shoes.
"Are you going to be gone for long?" I ask.
"It doesn't matter when I come back. They'll be here soon. You cook?" He ask standing up. I nodded my head and he sighed deeply. He turned to me, his eyes piercing right through me. I looked down at my lap trying to avoid him. It only made him huff then walk towards me and grab my face to look up at him. I gasp loudly and immediately raise my hand, latching onto his wrist.
