Silas

Chapter 2

I feel so cold.
I reach to pull up the covers and grasp at thin air. I sit up, momentarily disoriented from heavy sleep. Then it hits me.
Abruptly I tug my arm, trying to move and quickly remember the events of the afternoon. Fuck him.
I feel flush and my eyes begin to water. I don’t deserve this. I would have stayed here…he promised. I did everything he asked me to. Why would he do this to me? 
I yank at my wrist again but I know it’s a futile attempt. My mind starts reeling as the tears swell. I have to get loose; I have to get off the bed.
I stand. Fuck him, fuck these cuffs, fuck his phone. If he loves me why does he do this to me? I hate him, I hate this room, I hate this bed. I have to get free, why? Why, damn it? Fuck you Caine!
The tears creep across my eyelids once again as I furiously begin yanking at the bed post and these fucking cuffs he put on me. Screaming for Dante I hear a soft knock at the door just before it opens slowly.
“Silas?"
“Dante! Please, please get these cuffs off of me….please?”
“Silas,” he walks toward me, “I don’t have a key.” Duh.
“Fuck it, just cut them off, please, anything, just get them off of me.”
“Silas, Caine told me to leave you be. I just wanted to see if you needed any water or anything.”
“Dante,” I plead, “please…”
“I can’t Silas,” his voice is soft and his expression forlorn, “I don’t want him to be angry with me. You understand, right? If I had a key I….I don’t know. Our Lord would only bring you back in here and make sure I can’t get to you next time. He might lock the room or something.”
“Dante I wouldn’t let him hurt you. You have to know that.”
“Can I get you anything? Do you want me to sit with you a while?” He disregards what I said.
“Where is he?” I ask.
“Downstairs, he’s talking to Master Reeve.”
“About what? Is he coming up here? Did he get his phone?”
“I took him to the store, he brought out a bag but he didn’t open it in front of me.”
“Can you tell him I want him?”
“Okay Silas,” he turns and starts to walk away.
“Dante?” I pause and wait for his full attention. Dante stops and looks back to me. “Thank you.”
“No problem Silas, I’ll be back soon okay?”
“Yeah.”
Dante leaves the room and once again I am left to my thoughts. I hope he comes up here. He must let me go. I didn’t do anything wrong. I will tell him to uncuff me or threaten him. Threaten him with what? He does everything for me. What could I do to get even? Not speak to him? Like that would last….I would never leave him. He knows that, he will always win. I would do anything for him but he promised he wouldn’t lock me up anymore.
Letting go, the tears finally fall from their teetering grasp on the edge of my lids. What do I have to do to make him see how much I don’t want to be locked up? How can I make him understand? He must know how I feel right now.
“Silas, you wanted to see me?” Caine stands at the door. I did not even hear him approach.
“Caine….” My mind runs blank once again as he stares at me expressionless.
“What do you want Silas?”
“Please…. please let me go.” I look down at my restraint.
“What will you do if I let you go? Will you run out again and show up trashed tomorrow morning?”
“No! I just…you promised, please, if you let me go I will do whatever you ask of me, please?”
Caine walks over to me and removes a key from his back pocket. I stand up straighter as my breath quickens. Yes, yes please let me go.
He silently releases me and before I can say a word he grabs my arm and I turn my face away bracing myself for a hit.
“Silas, I’m not going to hurt you.” He sighs and sits down on the bed, scooting over to lean against the wall that the bed is against.
“Come here,” he pats his lap beckoning for me to join him.
I rub my freed wrist trying to rub the red reminder of my imprisonment and go to him.
“I’m sorry Silas,” Caine apologizes.
Hearing his words of sincerity I lay my head in his lap and bury my face aside his hip.
“You did not take my phone…” Of course I didn’t take his phone. “Master Reeve borrowed it earlier because his battery was dead.”
I feel relieved at hearing he is no longer mad at me for something I did not do. I love the way he smells, and he belongs to me. Why would I ever think of threatening him?
“How can I make it up to you?”
“By not locking me up. You promised Caine and I trusted you, I did everything you said, everything you wanted and you still chained me in my own room. You know how I hate it and you still did it and I don’t know what I can do to make you not do it anymore.”
“Keep me…”
“What?” I raise my head to look at him.
“What you can do to keep me from not doing it anymore.”
“Yes Caine.” I bow my head again.
“I said ‘I’m sorry.’ Silas, I was wrong to cuff you to the bed post; I won’t do it again without good cause. ….I got you a gift.” His voice raises, implying this would be his form of attempted reconciliation.
“Oh yeah?” I mumble into his lap. I’m interested; Cain always gives me the best gifts.
“I will show you if you will forgive me.”
I really do not have to think about his request long. Actually I had already forgiven him the moment he undid the cuffs. I love him, any decision he makes is typically for the better. He made a mistake, it will not happen again and I can no longer be mad at him.
“Yes Caine. I forgive you.”
“Your gift is downstairs. Do you want to go down together or shall I go fetch it for you?”
“We can go together... I’m starving.”
“I figured as much. Go wash up and I will meet you down there.”
“Yes Caine.”
I grab a towel from the chair and head to the bathroom. I wonder what it is….he probably got it at the phone store. I know it cannot be a phone, I already have a phone. A tablet? I doubt it, what use would I have for a tablet? Maybe it’s a new phone cover? I choose not to think about it too hard, I want to be surprised.
I quickly shower off and return to my room to grab a fresh set of clothes; Caine would not like it if I just threw on the pants I had been wearing this morning, even if they were only worn for a few hours. I grab a pair of black boxer briefs and blue jeans from the dresser. Yeah, these should be okay, it is my house.
As I head out of my room I see Dante at the top of the stairs. “Hey, what’s up?” I ask because he’s eyeing me up.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I shrug off his question and go down the steps, “I’ll be fine.”
“If you need anything…”
“I’m fine Dante, stop worrying.”
“Whatever.” Dante follows me down the stairs, irritated yet again that I always go back to Caine no matter what he does. I know it bothers him; I know he wants to be with me but it’s not going to happen. At least not the way he wants. I mean, I care for Dante, almost enough to call it love, but he’s not Caine. Dante tries to give me space and support me but in his eyes he cannot fathom why I feel the way I do about Caine. It’s not his fault; unless you are me you won’t understand either. It’s complicated, and Caine and I like it that way.
When I get to the living room Caine is sitting in my seat on his normal phone. He doesn’t look up as I enter the room. Why would he?
“It’s in the bag on the shelf,” he nods to near where I am standing.
I grab the bag, yes, from the phone store, and pull open to peer inside. I pull out an object wrapped in bubble wrap. I look up to Caine who is still preoccupied with his phone. I undo the bubble wrap as Master Reeve and Dante walk in the living room as well and take seats, the entire time watching me open this bag. Why are they watching me? Stop looking at me. I should have taken the opportunity to open whatever it is upstairs.
Inside the bubble wrap is a box, with a picture of an iPad on the front! I can’t believe he got me a tablet, I’m sure it comes with a catch, probably more work.
“You have to open the box,” Caine instructs, now watching me as well.
I use my nails to cut the tape around the edges securing the box and pull open the lid. Inside is an eye pad, and by eye pad I mean a feminine product with a picture of an eyeball on it.
I glance at Caine with a sarcastic glare at Caine smiling smugly. What an asshole. It is pretty funny though…
After getting laughs out of everyone in the room, Caine tells me to turn over the practical joke. Underneath I find a note telling me that Caine will give me my real gift later that night. He’s still got that smirk on his face. God I fucking love him! Even when I’m mad at him I can’t help but smile back. I want to screw his brains out right now! He won’t let me tonight though; he already had his way with me today.
“What is it?” I inquire.
“You’ll have to wait and see. Would you like to watch a movie first?”
“I guess, may I get something to eat?”
Caine motions toward the kitchen and I try and think of something delicious to make for dinner. It’s almost half past eight. I’m sure Dante is hungry as well. I’m not sure if Jules will be back tonight. It’s weird not cooking for Christina, she always knew what she wanted.
I open the fridge to see what I have to work with as Dante walks in behind me.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Not sure….what do you want?”
“Burgers?”
“Boring.”
“Spaghetti?”
“Not in the mood. I have time, want something special? I could use a good meal.”
“How about….hmmm, “ I look over at Dante deep in thought. He knows nothing of cooking, unless making toast is cooking. “Chicken Marsala?”
I look back into the fridge and then close it, open the freezer and grab some frozen chicken tenders. “Okay, “I finally answer him.
“You know, with the mushrooms and tomatoes, like last time?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Silas are you upset with me?”
“No, I’m not.”
“It’s just, well, since Chrissy left we haven’t talked much. We don’t hang out anymore and you seem depressed. “
“Ugh…I’m not going through this again with you Dante. Every time I’m not tripping over myself to impress you, you say that 'we’re not ‘close like we used to be.’ Dante I’ve never given you reason to doubt my affection towards you, have I?”
“No, Silas.” Dante fidgets with the microwave.
“Hey, you’re cooking dinner?” Jules enters the kitchen. “Can I help?”
“Yeah, wash your hands and clean the potatoes.” I suppose he will be joining us for dinner.
“Okay,” Jules responds.
“Dante,” I stop what I’m doing and walk over to Dante. Taking his hands in mine I try to reassure him that I’m fine…again…”if there was anything to worry about I promise you’ll be the first to know okay?”
“Yeah Silas, I’ll drop it.”
“Thank you,” I emphasize my words with dramatic sarcasm. “Will you ask if anyone else wants some so I can count out the chicken.”
“Yes Silas.”
Dante walks back to the living room to inquire for me. Why does he have to be such a pain sometimes? I know he’s just trying to look out for me but jeeze, do I really seem depressed? Fuck! I miss Christina, I miss her so bad my heart aches but there’s nothing I can do about it. She has her opinion and I have my ways. She knew about all of this before we married, what does she expect of me? She never gave warning she would leave. If she was so unhappy or against what happened behind my closed door why didn’t she tell me she was considering leaving? Whatever, the chicken isn’t going to cook itself.