Running From The Big Bad Wolf

4.

It has been a very long fortnight.

Still no word about my brother. It has been six weeks in total. Three of those weeks with these muscle goons, two of them with the obnoxious Axel.

The second day after he arrived, I stayed away. Right away. He was an intimidating person and even though I stood my ground the day before, I am a shy person. He intimidated me.

On the third day, after I went to my room after having something to peck on, I found all my washing, my dirty washing, gone from my bathroom.

I blinked at the empty hamper in confusion. I had no idea where it went. All my clothes were in there. I needed to do my washing but I refused to at the same time.

My clothes however did return, washed, dried, folded, in a hamper on my bed. I had no idea what was happening. I doubt it very much that any of these people would do it.

Then on day four, I found the answer. There was another stranger in my house. She did my washing. She was cooking meals for everyone, including me.

Axel and I butted heads again that day. I demanded to leave and he refused. He didn't say why. Just one flat word. "No."

On the fifth day, I was told to go downstairs and was led to the kitchen. I felt hands on my shoulders as I was told to sit at the bench on one of the bar stools while I waited.

There was plates of food on the bench and I was starving. I didn't eat the night before, I was too angry. But I helped myself to all the items in front of me while I waited, but after eating my fill, waiting another hour or so, I left the kitchen.

Day six had me doing my own laundry. I didn't feel comfortable having a complete stranger do my washing, touching my things. So I stayed in the laundry, sitting on the bench mum use to use for ironing while I played a game on my phone, waiting for the washing machine to finish.

I heard everyone in a frenzy on the other side of the walls but ignored it all.

After a few more minutes, I swapped the clothes over to the dryer because I wasn't hanging underwear on the line and for the fact I would probably be tackled to the ground if I step a toe out there.

Putting the dryer on for forty five minutes, I sat back on the bench, my legs crossed as I went through the play store on my phone.

Suddenly the door opened and my head snapped up, screaming at whomever it was. "Get the fuck out!"

The man was startled and mumbled something then shut the door. All the heavy footsteps that I could hear died down to a stop.

I looked out the laundry window longingly into the plush green yard. It was dire need to maintained and maybe I should mow it.

Then I remembered, I'm not allowed to leave the house. I groaned as I dropped my head. This fucking sucks!

As long as Eli is missing, I'm stuck here.

Day seven, eight and nine I stayed in my room, reading. I couldn't do anything so I did that while I illegally downloaded a couple movies to watch.

I'm not the type of person that would do something illegal. I'm by the book. But if I can get the attention of police, I will do it.

The reason I can't on my phone is simple. I don't have a SIM card in it. Why?

Axel fucking Wolf.

That was a low move but there was nothing I could do. I have a phone that can't ring out. Or ring in. So even if Eli was trying to get a hold of me, he can't.

Axel is a wolf. The Big Bad Wolf. From Red Riding Hood. On day ten, however, he was the one that found me in the laundry while I was washing my clothes.

I didn't even look up. "Get the fuck out." I growled, my eyes not leaving the page I was reading. I've read this book twice now, this will be my third time. The first time was a year ago. The second was two days ago.

I heard the door close but I knew he was still in the laundry. I had to keep this fake brave confidence up. Sighing, I looked up at him.

"What?" I snapped but in reality, my heart was beating so fast. I was feeling anxious and being under his glare didn't help at all.

"Why are you doing your washing when I have someone here to do it?" He asked me. His tone was a bit harsh but he wasn't snapping at me.

"Because I can." I retorted at him, staying on the bench I was sitting on. "I don't like strangers touching my things."

That message was meant for more then my clothes.

"Well, too bad. For as long as I am stuck with you, get use to it!"

"No!" I yelled at Axel.

Axel sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't come looking for you to argue over domestic shit."

"Then what do you want?"

"Come eat lunch." Axel stated. His face showed no emotion whereas mine was surprise.

"No."

"Come eat lunch or you won't have anything at all for the rest of the day."

I shrugged at him, opening my book again, pretending to read it.

I wanted lunch, I was starving after skipping breakfast and if things were different and he asked nicer, I might have said yes. But things are exactly as they are.

"Caitlyn. Now." Axel sighed out and I shook my head.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I muttered, withdrawing myself.

"I'm only doing this to keep you safe, Caitlyn." Axel said to me that made me pause. I looked up at him with an arched eyebrow.

"From what? You?"