Trapped

Chapter 11-Emi

I came out of the basement. There was no one in sight. I looked at the kitchen-no one. Will must be upstairs I thought. I straightened up and began to climb the stairs. The bedroom door was closed. This ends now I thought- but before that, it had to begin....

I knocked gently. I heard the bedsheets shuffle. I think he was asleep. The door opened to reveal a disheveled bloodshot-eyed Will standing at the door, apologetically staring at the floor. His eyes travelled to my face, where the remains of the cigarette torture left slight scars on my face. His eyes filled with guilt, and he ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm so sorry." he said, as he opened the door for me to come inside.
"No no, I'm sorry Will. I know I haven't been myself lately." I quickly chimed in.

He took my hand and led me to the edge of the bed.

"No really, I know what I did was wrong, and believe me I would never do that had I been thinking straight," he said with apology in his tone. He held my hand and squeezed it tight. I placed my hand on top of his and said,

"I know. And I believe you."
"But you know how I get when I see you with someone else! I just- I can't control my actions. It's like everything goes to a blur. I just can't imagine losing you."
"Will, you have to trust me. If I say I won't leave you, you have to believe me. Don't you love me?"
"Of course I do."
"Then trust me. And know that I will never leave or run away from you." I hesitantly brought my hand to his face and stroked his face. Just play along, Bridget, I thought to myself.
"Alright. I promise. I trust you Emi," he said with a smile. "Now let's go get something to eat, I'm starving!" He ruffled my hair and ran down to the kitchen. And the game begins now-I thought to myself.

I went to the window in our room, the one with the beautiful laced curtain. I looked out to our lawn, the one that Will kept maintained himself every Sunday. He had done a wonderful job, grass trimmed, flowers neatly kept. It was beautiful. The ugliness lied inside, beyond that garden.

Suddenly, a door next door opened. Someone came out of Mrs.Monroes house. I looked closer to see who it was. Jake. He came out with a shovel,gardening scissors and a bag. He went over to Mrs. Monroes small flower bed and knelt down to clean it up. I watched him water the flowers, trim the dying petals and pat the soil into the bed. My lips unknowingly curled into a smile. I was smiling at him. I kept staring at him while he tended the yard, unaware of when he stopped and looked up at the window. He looked at me staring through the window and waved. I quickly shook my head and froze. For some reason, I didn't know how to react. I heard the footsteps of Will coming up the stairs. I quickly pulled the curtain over the window and left, my last look noticing a confused and worried expression on Jakes face.

Will came in with a bowl of popcorn. "How's about we see movie tonight?" he said happily.

"That would be great," I said as went over to the bowl and picked up some popcorn.