Love In A Strange Place

All Good Things Come To An End

      Infuriated.

That's the best way to describe how I feel.

All I wanted was for this kid out of my life, and now he's staying with me? In my house? I need to collect myself. I can't keep seeing red, I just need to calm down and think about my future. College. After merely minutes, I was completely calmed. Smiling at myself for my new found peace, I realized my apartment was a dump.

I can't have them see my place like this!

Once again, my breathing picked up and I was panicked. Shuffling around my strewn clothing, I decided I didn't have time to do the job right. In one swift motion, I gathered all my clothing, and piled it into a compact closet. There. Now I just need to make my bed, maybe vacuum a little, and viola! A clean room. I'm never home, so the kitchen only needs a little attending, and my bathroom I keep clean on a daily basis, so I'm as good as gold! Before straightening up the kitchen, I decided to slip into something a little more comfortable; a black over sized knitted sweater with the word "Geek" in bold white letters, and black yoga shorts. You can't actually see my shorts, but I'm in my own home, so I didn't think much of it.

Once finished with the kitchen, the boy still wasn't here. He must be giving them trouble. I decided to just carry on a normal day, so I heated up some popcorn, and rented 'The Notebook', even though I've seen it a thousand times. It wasn't until around 7 that my dads men brought Dalton here. They didn't really say much, just asked where the guest room was, and started removing the knob. My dad better buy me a new one. I wasn't very good at small talk, so I just stood in the corner watching them set up. After maybe 15 minutes, they were done.  "Alright, we made it where there's only a knob on one side, so he can't get out. You'll be %100 safe. There's also a food door on the door; don't worry, the most that could fit out of it is a glass of water. So, that concludes that. Anything else?" My dads employee asked. "Nope, I think I'm good, thanks." "Anytime, little lady. We'll be bringing him up now."

I waited anxiously for them to bring him up. Why am I so scared? I'm acting like they're bringing Hannibal Lecter up, not a teenage boy. Feeling the need to move about, I started to prepare a dinner for Dalton. Nothing special, just a typical school lunch. While I was spreading the peanut butter, they were escorting Dalton to his prison. A pang of guilt hit my chest, but I quickly suppressed it. I silently waited for the front door to close. Once I heard the door click, my breath hitched.

I'm alone.

Finishing up the pathetic meal, I tip toed my way over to the his door. I wasn't really sure how to start a conversation, I mean, I kidnapped him! Swallowing hard, I gave it my best shot. "Hey, there.. Uhh.. I'm not sure if they fed you, but I have food if you want it," I quietly voiced out. At first I didn't hear anything, but he soon replied, "you're going to feed me? You're too kind." Sarcasm was literally dripping from his voice. Looking at the food door, it was actually a doggy door with a lock on my side. Rolling my eyes, I had to lay flat on my stomach to slide the food through. Once I was on the floor, I flipped the lock and opened the tiny door. I wasn't expecting him to be in the same position on the other side. I almost threw his food at him.  "Crimney!" I spat, jumping back. "You can't just scare me like that!" I screeched. I sounded like a completely vulnerable girl.  Get yourself together. I immediately laid flat again, locking eyes with the boy; although this time they were filled with amusement, and not sadness. "Here's your food," I mumbled, while handing the sandwich off to him. "My, my. Aren't you just a five star chef," he mused while taking a heaping bite. Offended, I shot back, "well, you are kinda my prisoner." "Ouch. That kinda hurts," he clutched his heart while pretending to cry. Annnnd, I laughed. Something I didn't know I could do. He must have notice my demeanor change, because he quickly added, "it's okay to laugh at your own prisoners jokes, I mean, what else am I here for?" Once those last words left his mouth, I couldn't take anymore. I slammed the door down, and crawled backwards until my back hit a wall.