Rescued Into Love

Chapter Ten

Instead walking out the door I face slam into the door. Ouch. I rub my forehead. I forgot that I can’t leave. He has to let me leave. I knock on the door expecting to hear his voice asking me if I am done, but instead I hear his foot steps walking towards the door. He jiggles the door knob, but then stops. 

“Are you clothed?”

He must have thought ‘before I open the door let me make sure she has clothes on.’ I appreciate that. Wait.. no I don’t. He kidnapped me. I can’t and will not appreciate anything from him.

“Yeah.”

“Can I come in?” He asks so cautiously.

“Can I come out?” I ask in a sarcastic tone.

Not that I don’t want to come out of the bathroom, but asking in a manner of ‘how about I come out.’

“Yeah.” I hear it in his voice that he found my comment humorous. 

He opens the door and lets me walk out. Again my mind says to drop kick him in the jewels, but everything else says to obey his every word. 

“Lunch has about two more minutes.”

“Alright.” I say with no emotion.

Was I suppose to have an emotion as if the whole world could explode if it wasn’t ready?

“Am I gonna have to tie you up or are you gonna sit and stay?”

I have no comment. Not that I won’t sit and stay, but because if I say I will then maybe he’ll think I won’t and if I say tie me up then he’ll tie me up and those ropes hurt. He tilts his head and sighs. He leads to me the table with two chairs. His gentle hands guide me there. I sit in my seat as he quickly rushes into the kitchen. I wait for him to return. I don’t know what it is, but the way he is just so gentle from the touch gives me the feeling of safety and no worries of being abused or raped. 

When he arrives back from the kitchen his first expression was worry and fear, but now relax and ease. I wonder why. He sits the bowl of pasta in the middle of the table and the bowl of sauce next to it.

“Have as much as you want.”

I somewhat smile and nod. I can’t believe that he made me lunch. There’s enough to fill up on for the rest of the day. I take a huge amount of noodles and put some sauce over it. I spin my fork around to wrap up some of the noodles. I put the forkful in my mouth. I look up to see him giggling. I freeze with my eye wide open and my chipmunk cheeks full of noodles. I slowly chew on my mouthful, but it only keeps him giggling a bit louder. I sallow the mouthful.

“Whats so funny?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

His giggling quiets down. “I just find it so cu-funny how you don’t pray and just dive in.”

“Do you pray?”

“No. I just thought you would.”

I don’t pray. I never was religious and don’t really see any reason to be.

“Why would you think I would?” I question.

“I don’t know. You just seem to be like a good catholic girl.”

I start to giggle a bit too. “What makes me seem like a catholic girl?”

“I don’t know. The way you dress.” His giggling turns into soft laughter.

“You mean my white shirts and blue jeans?”

“Yeah. That’s the stereo type I guess.”

Now I’m laughing along to his laughter. 

Once the laughter dies down I continue eating and he starts eating. It hasn’t really been that much besides silence ever since the laughter died down. I don’t want to start a conversation though. I don’t want to. He kidnapped me. I shouldn’t even have been laughing with him.

“So um…”

But he wants to talk.

“Um what?” I ask.

“Um I don’t know.”

I take another bite. I debate if I should continue the conversation or see this as my exit. It’s been a lonely week. Maybe I should. No! I won’t. The rest of the time we spend eating lunch is quiet.