My Psycho Lover( a GARETH BALE story)

Chapter- 15

Delancie's P.O.V :-
"Um, Gareth what are you doing?" , I asked.
He turned around and smirked could at me.
"Have patience, grasshopper."
I was pretty sure that Gareth was cooking something. His face seemed so concentrated and focused. For a moment there, I forgot that this was the guy who abducted me and is keeping me as a prisoner in his house. Instead, he seemed like this bubbly boy-next-door kinda guy who is cooking for the first time for his girlfriend or something. For a moment, he seemed normal to me. But then the images of him slapping me, forcibly kissing me and torturing me dawned up on my head. And I involuntarily jerked up. Gareth seemed to sense that and moved towards me and placed his hand on my shoulders.
"Del are you okay, love?" Gareth asked searching my face.
He cupped my chin with his other hand and lifted my face to meet his.
"I'm fine." I said  , avoiding eye contact.
He planted a gentle kiss on my cheek and turned away. He continued to cook while I sat there on the barstool.
I could run away from here right now if I wanted to. If you come to think of it, there are a lot of sharp objects in this kitchen. I could easily attack Gareth with one of them and run. But somehow for whatever reason, I didn't. The word home didn't mean much to me anymore.
Nineteen years of my life , I have been taught to love luxury; I have been taught that this is what my life is . Filled with Rich people, branded things, lavish parties, I lived a life which was a dream for most girls my age. Trust me the ten year old me or even the sixteen year old me would beg to differ with my opinion right now. But now, all of this seems so dull and lifeless to me.
Truthfully, these days I felt like running away from home. I mean I am an adult now. I can live an independent life. And I did think that I am gonna leave the house today or something a couple of times. Hell, I even packed my backpack and everything. But at the very last minute, something held me back. I just didn't have the courage to run away and lead an isolated life , away from my father's luxurious one. I just couldn't do it. I wanted to leave and go somewhere far and get a decent job.......start afresh, you know.
Don't get me wrong here, I love my father. He's the only family I've got. But  these days I feel like he's changed. And I think there's a new woman in his life . He doesn't pay much attention to me nowadays. Well he would pay attention if he's home right? But he's never home. Even on weekends. Before we had the weekends to catch up and spend time with each other. But now he's always going on business trips. I mean, dad I'm not that stupid. Every week? Gee could just simply tell me straight to my face that he's got a girlfriend now and he now prefers to spend time with her than his only daughter..... Okay, that hurt even thinking about it....
Sometimes I even envied Sam because she had the simplest  life one could imagine. She lived a very normal , sweet life that a typical teenager lives. I mean I know that she's my closest friend and I shouldn't envy her and all....
Anyway, I do not want to think about Sam right now.

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Meanwhile, Gareth has cooked a great dish which smelled like hazelnuts and chocolate. So, to enquire him about the food, I came back to my senses and almost leapt for that high barstool  and walked towards Gareth.
"Hey, babe. Here I made you a Hazelnut Chocolate Creme Brulee. I know that you love it.... You do right?" Gareth said.
"I do. Thank you, Gareth."
That boy did know a lot about me. Hazelnut Chocolate Creme Brulee us my favorite dessert.
"So, there you go. It's all yours."
Just as I was about to pick up the spoon, a thought came across my mind. I put the spoon back and looked up to Gareth. A frown gradually developed on his forehead.
"Why don't you try it first, Gareth?" I said with an intriguing look.
What was I thinking? I could not receive this from him . I could not trust Gareth after all he's done to me. For all I know, he was trying to hurt in yet another way. I couldn't take that risk.
"But babe, it's for you." He said placing his hand on my shoulder.
"Yes honey I know that. But u worked so hard to make it. So I want you to have it first then I'll have it." I said with a fake grin on my face.
" Um, okay if that means so much to you, Del."
Good, I thought, that smile never leaving my face.
Just as he was about to pick up the spoon , we both got startled by a knock on the door.
"What the fuck..."

A/N :- Hey people!!!
So yet another chapter. Updated after a long time. Sorry for that. Who do you think came at the door? Plz vote and comment. Share with me how u liked it.
Untill next time....
Laters babies 😉😉