Trapped

Chapter 4-Will

I slowly turned the faucet in the sink. I put our emptied coffee mugs and cake plate in the sink and looked as the mugs quickly filled up with the running water. I was too harsh, I thought. Emi was just trying to reach for my phone, I thought. Sometimes I overreact. I wonder if she minded. I really did love her, from the moment I saw her. But she never noticed me-so I had to get her attention.

I worked at Spicy Shakes- in Illinois. I was a busboy, and Emi came in there almost every day with her friends after school. She was in her senior year when I saw her first. I knew because she would always talk about the senior prom when she came in. She was trying to get a boy named Dylan to ask her to prom.

She always ordered the blueberry blitz shake. I knew because I always finished all my duties before 3:35 when she came in. I made sure that I was available when I took her order. I was always so eager with my notepad, ready to take her order- but I would always write blueberry blitz before I even got there. Her and her friends would acknowledge me when I came to their table, and just tell me what they wanted. I would always try to ask her how her day went or something else, so she would talk to me beside her order, she never would.

One day she came in, April 1st to be exact. I knew it was the day that all the seniors got their college acceptances. I knew Emi wanted to go to Bradford Tech for engineering. When she came in smiling with her friend Johanna, I knew she had good news. Another friend of hers, Tyler shouted "Congrats Bridget!" when she came in. He gave her a big hug and offered to buy her a shake that day. That angered me. Why wouldn't she ask me to buy her a shake. I had also known that she'd  gotten in- I was also happy for her- but she didn't ask me.

That was when I had the idea. I knew it would be a big mistake to miss this opportunity. I knew I had to follow her to Bradford Tech. She would know no one there, and we could have a fresh start. I would make her the happiest girl alive, all I wanted was for her to be happy-with me. And I had made that happen. My grandfather did own a winery back in California. Grandpa had disowned my father, when he refused to run the winery. But Grandpa loved me. I told him I would run the winery after he was gone- and he took my word for it. He named the winery to me in his will. A few months later, he grew ill. I moved to California to be with him and look over the winery. Then Grandpa passed away. It killed me to do it, but I sold the winery. I had to. To be with Emi. The amount I took with me to Bradford Tech, in Seattle. I bought a house about 30 minutes from campus, and enrolled in Bradford myself- Grandpa was a donor. I followed Emi for weeks, and found that she had taken a job at a restaurant near campus. So I made myself a customer. And that night, I took advantage of us being alone. I tried to get to know her, but that would take too long. I grew impatient. So I spiked her wine. And it worked.

At first she was fiesty- resistant. The first few months she wouldn't eat anything I put in front of her. She would give me daggers for stares whenever I came in the room. It took a while to subdue her, but she finally gave up. She accepted her title as my wife, and didn't fight back anymore. It was even worse of a struggle to get her to be called Emi. She always responded "Bridget" when I called for her. But she got used to that too. And now we were happy together.

Although I do admit there is still a fear that lives inside me. That she would leave me for someone else. That she would someday escape. That's why I had to get harsh sometimes. So she wouldn't run away. I felt bad sometimes for what I did. But it was for us. Why did she not understand that?! I looked down at the sink, I had overflowed it again.