Sweet Torture

Chapter 4

I stared at Liam, not saying anything, just waiting for him to move or even attempt to start a conservation.

I didn't know how long we were having a staring competition for, but I was getting annoyed.

Why wouldn't he leave? Why can't everyone just leave?

Can't they see I don't need help?

And I definitely didn't need some personal carer, I thought bitterly.

I realised with growing misery that he wasn't going to leave. So I took it in my own hands, the task of getting rid of him.

"What?" I said it a bored and irritated voice.

"So she speaks!" He exclaimed happily, with a huge grin on his face.

My electric blue eyes connected with his baby blue ones again. They were sparkling with amusement which resulted in mine narrowing in annoyance and a scowl to appear on my face.

It irritated me to think of myself as making someone happy or even smile for that matter.

I hated being the cause of someone's happiness when I wasn't happy myself.

"Of course I talk, idiot," I replied. Not even trying to be polite.

He seemed oblivious to my rudeness and continued grinning.

He chuckled, being the idiot he is, thinking I was joking.

"So Hannah, how has your time here been so far?" He asked seemingly interested.

I knew he was just acting, just trying to get me to talk about how I 'felt' towards this situation.

Its been fine actually, way better than my life before" I spoke out my thoughts unintentionally.

Thinking back to it now, I realised how messed up my life actually was.

With my uncaring family, bitch siblings, fake friends or the boy I was supposed to be in love with but felt absolutely nothing for?

What was good about that? My life had been totally screwed up.

"How is it better? Being locked up in a room with no company is no better than your old life with friends and family. How is that possible?" He asked with confusion evident in his voice.

I looked at him again. This time examining him fully. He looked like a decent guy with a tight fitting blue shirt that complimented his eyes and dark washed out jeans.

Too bad I didn't like him.

"Well it actually was," I said with a fake grin, "but then you came."

He actually looked hurt by what I said and I hesitated for a moment.

Who was this guy? He was either a very good actor or actually took what I said personally.

"Oh... Well listen Hannah. I want to say this as your carer," he said very seriously. All hints of amusement and hurt gone from his face. "I was assigned personally to help you. To make you feel better. I really do want to help. You're too young to be locked in here, but because of your own reasons, you don't want me to. So I'm sorry I bothered you. You clearly want to stay here all your life. Good bye. He finished his rant and turned to leave.

The speech affected me more than it should have but it did nevertheless.

"Wait!" I screamed.

I didn't know why I said that, but I knew I should.

"Stay and I'll speak. I'll tell you everything. I promise. Just please stay" I whispered the last bit.

He turned back to me and made his way to a nearby chair. After he made himself comfortable and stared at me waiting.

Why I told him to stay? I didn't know.

Was I going to regret it? Definitely.