The Bone Cutter

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Car rides with Inanis have become the bane of my nightmares. Maybe it was because the longer I was around him, the more I wanted to slit his throat with my annoyance.

He really just can't sit still.  

We spent the entire ride to the restaurant arguing.

"The first night I get out of the house and I have to spend it with you." I inched away from him, "Did you think it'd be funny to lock me up like an animal? Am I never allowed out of the house on my own again?"

Inanis huffed, "You're quite feisty today."

"You're quite the nuisance."

He shifted in his seat for the millionth time, "Well maybe if you'd have asked nicely, I'd let you go out earlier."

I snorted, "No you wouldn't."

"You're right, I wouldn't, but it'd be amusing nonetheless."

"And so I'm your prisoner?"

His eyes narrowed, "Do you not realize everyone who hates me is going to go after you? You may have a death wish, but I'd rather not look like the fool who couldn't even protect his own wife a month into their marriage."

"Oh, so this is about your pride."

"This is about me not wanting to lose my wife just yet."

"Just yet? Do you plan on replacing me in the future? Because if so, I'd gladly ask you to show mercy and do it now."

Inanis began massaging his temples as he sighed, "Keep talking like that and I will gladly suffocate you in your sleep."

"Try it."

"Don't temp me, rat."

I rolled my eyes and stared back out the window. His energy was endless, as I could feel him shifting back and forth, his ADHD obviously didn't take too kindly to being cooped up in a car for hours on end.

As annoying as it was, I couldn't yell at him for it. It's the one thing out of million insufferable things he does that he actually can't control.

Well, he could if he'd just take his goddamn medicine.

I turned back to him and watched as his foot was restlessly tapping against the car floor. He kept drumming his fingers on his knee as his gaze went from the window, to his hands, then back to the window.

I wondered what he was thinking. I wondered if could even think of one thing at a time.

"Why don't you take your medicine." I said out loud, bored of the silence, bored of trying to understand him. Not that it meant much to me even if I did find out his secrets.

He turned to me, the tapping of his foot stopped. "I don't see how that is remotely any of your business."

"It is if I have to live with you and spend every passing second with you." I sighed, "I'm not judging, if that's what you're thinking."

He scoffed, "You judging me is the least of my concerns."

"And what are your concerns? You, Inanis Messor, what do you possibly get concerned over?"

He attempted to lean back as a casual gesture, but immediately sat back up as if the boredom was taking over his body. He seemed miserable, always having to move, it made no sense to me that he didn't take the medication that would prevent him from feeling like that.

I don't feel sorry for him.

But I don't think he should suffer for something that can easily be fixed with the swallow of a pill either.