I Need a Hero (Stolen sequel)

Chapter 3

I was so comfortable that I didn't even realize we had watched 3 episodes. We would talk during commercials, then when the show came back on, we would sit in silence and laugh together. I almost forgot everything that has happened in the past 24 hours. The only reason I remembered was because my neck was starting to cramp up from the position. 

I sat up straight again, and he moved his arm from off of me. I looked at him. "My arm fell asleep during the first episode," Frank chuckled. 

I blushed. "Why didn't you say anything?" 

"I didn't want to ruin the moment. You looked so comfortable, I didn't want you to move."

I looked away from him. I needed to keep my head straight. It was supposed to be me in control, not him. If I can get him wrapped around my finger, I can make my escape from this prison. I just needed to figure out what my plan was going to be. I can't be sloppy with the execution, this had to be well thought out, and not something I come up with on the spot. 

"I guess we did watch one episode. You can leave if you want, I'll be here if you need anything. Thank you for doing this with me." Frank smiled at me before turning back to the TV. 

He was right, I agreed to one show, and it's been more than enough. I could take this time to myself and think of what my plan from here on out would be. But why did I feel so bad for wanting to get up? Why wasn't I already in my room by now? I fought with my thoughts for about a minute before he looked at me again. 

"Is everything okay with you?" He asked concernedly.

"Yeah, I just realized I haven't watched this show in so long. I forgot how funny it was." 

"You're welcome to stay and watch it with me. I'm taking it pretty easy today, I would enjoy it more with your company, but I understand if you need space for now."

I almost asked him if everything was okay with him. Why was he being so calm about everything? Where was the anger and the yelling? Where was the Frank that literally threatened me with a knife? I shouldn't be complaining, this was definitely a preference if I was going to be stuck with him. But I think him being so nice and caring made this situation a lot scarier. What did he have planned? This was either an act, or he was finally at peace without Gerard around to ruin his schemes. 

The thought of Gerard made my heart sink into my stomach. Was he looking for me? Did he not care that I was gone?  Our last moments together replayed in my head over and over again. Tears started to from in my eyes. This was the reminder I needed to be mad at Frank again. Time after time, he has taken every good thing in my life away from me. This whole "nice guy" act was all for show and nothing about it was genuine. 

Without another word, I got off of the couch and left. I stayed calm until I was completely out of Frank's view. The second I was in the clear, I let the tears fall and I ran the rest of the way to my bedroom. The bedroom that would haunt me for the time I was trapped here. 

If I was in my real bedroom, I would blast my sad music and let my emotions flow through my drawings, but I can't do that here. I can't call Allison to help me calm down. I can't talk to my mom and ask for her advice. No more long, late night drives to help ease my mind. Life will never be the same, even if I can mange to escape this awful place that I'm now forced to call home. I'm in constant fear, afraid of what is about to happen next. The things I used to enjoy are now things I want to stay far away from. It was all because of the monster that is cluelessly sitting on the couch just downstairs. 

I cried silently on my bed, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. I was alone. I had nobody left. Not even Mikey or Ray to help me with a funny comeback or a distraction of what my life has become.