Weirdo //h.s. [Editing]

[7] Just Last Week

Sydney

A week.

It's been a whole damn week and I'm still trapped here with Harry. Over that week, Harry has become vicious. There is no more sudden mood swings where he turns from mean to nice, now he's just mean. He sends glares at me no matter what I say or do, he yells at me for no apparent reason, and he has become a lot more demanding and a little more abusive.

I spent the last week cleaning his house from top to bottom. I have catered to his every word because I've learned the hard way about what happens if I don't listen. My arms are now littered with a few bruises, along with my legs and a few scattered along my face. They're not massive, but they're apparent.

The other day, I didn't hear Harry calling my name because he had the volume on the tv so loud. He came stomping into my room and practically threw me into the wall. The impact was so hard that at the time I thought I almost broke my arm, lucky for me, I didn't.

Harry made a deal with me. Not technically a deal because I get very little out of it, other than a few less bruises everyday. He told me that if I want him to start treating me better, I basically have to become his personal slave. And that's where the cleaning came into the situation. I clean whatever whenever he tells me to. I've already cleaned the kitchen three times and scrubbed all the floors. And if Harry ever needs something, I get it. Like food, he makes me cook it.

I thought the first days of me being here were bad and that Harry treated me like shit. Now I welcome those days, I want them back. I'd do anything to get Harry to treat me like he did the first three days. That was way better than it is now.

"Sydney." Harry calls from the living room.

"Yeah?" My voice is shaky as I answer and I slowly stand up and make my way into the other room.

Harry looks up from his phone and looks at me as I enter the room. His face is stern, as always, and his eyes are hard. He licks his lips and looks me up and down. I'm currently wearing a pair of shorts and a dirty white tank top. He decided to take me shopping early in the week, it was an experience I'll never forget. I simply smiled at a cash lady and he gave me a huge lecture when we got back because he assumed that was me trying to show a sign I needed help or some shit like that. His logic didn't make sense but I paid for that smile anyway.

"Can you please go make some food? I'm hungry. Make enough for yourself while you're at it." He more like demands. At least he usually says please, but the manners are mostly canceled out by the tone of his voice.

"Yeah, sure." I know I have to agree because I have no other choice, and besides, if I want food I better make it while I have the chance.

He nods before looking back down at his phone.

As much as Harry has become more aggressive, he's also become a little more... normal. Not exactly normal because he is still the same guy that kidnapped me and is holding me hostage, but he's a little less... creepy. He doesn't do that creepy serial killer kind of voice where he makes himself sound like an incident little boy. He doesn't cry for no reason and make himself look weak like he did before. Now he acts more manly I guess you could say. Though he is far from being a man because of the way he treats me. He's more tough and less sincere I suppose is my point.

I cut up some potatoes and put them in a pot filled with water. I put the pot on the stove as I search through the fridge. I pull out some vegetables and cut them up, boiling them as well. I put chicken in the oven.

Half an hour later, I mash up the potatoes and put the rest of the food on some plates. Once I have the food all on the plates and drinks in two cups, I set everything on the table. Harry makes me sit down and eat at the table, he doesn't allow me to eat in my room or the living room. Basically he treats me like a child.