Bossman

Chapter 8

I still remember the day that I realized I was bound to him. That if he were to leave, I would fall into a million little pieces. I remember the exact phone call even. The one sentence that locked it in. He wasn't even dopey and sincere, he said it like he would anything else. Which is why I believed it to be true. I thought he would never betray it. I thought he was never going to drop my heart on the floor and run away. "Your always going to have me, Cass. I'm not going anywhere.".
  I felt on top of the world after that. I felt like I could trust him, with anything. I thought that I didn't have to feel alone anymore. I thought that he might be the thing that keeps me going. Things change.
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  I got maybe an hour of sleep from dozing off and waking up a few minutes after. How could I actually sleep, like this? After being thrown into my apparent bedroom and being told that he 'was sorry' and he 'needed to think'. No one had said that I wasn't allowed to leave the room. Although I didn't plan on it. I was fine just staying curled up in bed.
  Every few hours, a different man would come in and do what I assume is check on me. They would step in, and ask, "you good?" Or "how are you?". One of them just nodded and walked back out. They were all tall, and had biceps the size of my head. Much like Josh. Not all of them were as captivating though. Even though a handful of them came to check on me, Luke never did and I didn't see Holly either. I didn't know how to feel about that, actually. I can understand Holly not coming in, I'm sure she's not even allowed to. But Luke? Why hadn't he come in.
I decided to be nosey, and get some answers. So I got my act together and slowly rose from the bed. I initiated my stretching sequence, probably looking like a baby hatching from it's egg. I was moving rather slowly. The events of last night kind of took it out of me. My arm was a little sore, my guess was from being dragged though the woods. I trudged through the room. I stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door open. My eyes darted to the mirror in front of me. It was then that I saw the bruise on my arm. I hadn't thought that I had been grabbed hard enough for that. Then again, I was pretty out of it last night. I think I tried my hardest to block everything out.
There was a dark grey zip up jacket that had been tossed on the hamper. I picked it up and just looked at it for a few seconds. I could already tell that it smelt like him. That made me want to smile, it made me want to jump with joy as I threw on his jacket. But not today, not now. I slipped my arms in the sleeves and slowly zipped it up. I looked in the mirror, and a bit of a half smile seemed to have shone through. I knew it was my imagination as there was a blank face staring back at me.
There was a little jar full of ponytails on the bathroom counter. No doubt they were meant for me. I almost felt at home as I picked on of them up and proceeded to slip in on my wrist as I pushed my curly bangs out of the flow of my hair. There was never a time that my hair has ever been up without my bangs surrounding my ears. Maybe it's my imagination, but I think it's cute.
I moved around to get a good look of my messy bun in the mirror. I liked it. It's awfully rare for me to like my bun on the first try. But I smiled as I walked out of the bathroom. And then the smile very quickly faded. Like I had just walked back into the realm of reality. And it fucking sucked.
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Before I could do anything, someone came in to check on me. Thankfully, it was Josh. I just stood there, crossing my arms. He wasn't giving off his normal tough guy vibe. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I felt like I was about to hear something in the ballpark of bad news. He walked in, sitting down in the chair close to the door. "Uh, what's up?", I asked as I awkwardly shifted my weight to the other leg.
"I need to apologize for something" was all he said. He looked up at me, as if waiting to see how I would approach this. I was trying as hard as I possibly could, but I couldn't seem to get an idea as to what he was about to say. "What for?". There was a little bit of silence, he was formulating what to say. "Last night, in the woods, I was the one who grabbed you.", I go the feeling it hurt him to say that. "Oh" was all I could muster. I wasn't mad, I didn't really feel anything. This was just another thing to add to the list of things that were nothing compared to being kidnapped. "I uh, I wasn't thinking. There was alot of pressure built up, but that's no excuse. And I, I'm sorry.".
I just stood there, my little wheels were turning. I was curious as to why he was apologizing. Isn't this what he's supposed to be doing, things like this? Isn't hurting people up his alley?
  "Why?". "What do you mean?". "Why are you sorry? Haven't you done things like this before?". His face changed quickly, like a little puppy has just been scolded. I almost felt bad. More wheels were turning now. There was an awful lot of silence before I spoke up. "Your not like the other people here, are you?".
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It had been a slow day. I was just walking around, trying to find something to do. Or find out some of the things I need to know. Yeah, that would be good. I suppose that's why I was walking out of the kitchen with an apple, looking like a sad child. It's also why I cheered up when someone got my attention. "Hey, Cassandra!". "Yeah?".
I had been told by someone who's identity I'm not sure of, that Luke wanted me in his office. I paused, I was almost scared. I didn't want a repeat of last night. But what was I going to do? Stand here and throw a fit? It's been made apparent that there's no escaping him here, so I guess I'll go. But what did he want? Simply to address yesterday's events? Did he want to tell me about all of the trouble I'm in? Or does he want to tell me he's sorry? That would be great.
I almost felt cold as I stepped outside, quickly rolling the sleeves to the jacket down. I was almost tempted to barf right there so I didn't have to go in. But for some reason, my body decided to betray me. While I was thinking all of this up, my legs were walking me back to him. And they didn't stop until I was at the familiar door, knocking like an idiot.