The Spare To The Throne

Chapter 17: Passcode

He told me to eat. And I did, while he stood there and watched the entire time until I finished. Then he laid down a set of ground rules, as if I was some child he was raising.

"You are not to leave this house, unless accompanied by me. Everything you'll ever want and need is right here. If you ever need anything, ask me and I'll give it." He said authoritatively. My stomach churned, it was honestly bothering.

"You are not to ever lock yourself in any room or bathroom. I hate that shit." His eyes went dark when he said this.

"You are not to ever hurt yourself." I furrow my brows at the sound of this.

"You're the one hurting me." I retorted. Did he suddenly develop amnesia? And even if he did all he had to do was look at my face. I looked hideous, broken!

He said nothing in response. It was like two different people in one body.

"That is all." Was the last thing he said before walking away, ordering Edwin to escort me back to my room.

That was three days ago.

My bruises had healed, not fully but partially. And the pain has subsided significantly, all thanks to Alice who kept constant at treating me everyday. I still hate the way I look. The scar on my face had darkened, and it was long and obvious. I try as much as possible to ignore it, but it was only so much that I could overlook. It was there, and I had to accept it.

I've learned to keep myself preoccupied by the books in Romeo's library. Envisioning someone else's world through books was a distraction that I loved, but reading only did so much to keep me from reality. I was stuck here.

I rarely see Romeo anymore, not that I'm complaining. His absence bought a kind of peace I longed for. And Alice keeps me company. We talk about the most random things while she brushes my hair or cleans. And when Alice wasn't with me, she was with Edwin. This made me smirk, because although neither one of them wanted to admit they had feelings for each other, I saw the spark. It was genuine. And it made me happy.

I grew more sad with every passing day, and my mind raced with questions that I couldn't help but fret about.

Was Mason worried that I didn't show up to Cali like we'd planned? Did h finally tell mom & dad what happened? Did he report my situation to the police? I heave a heavy sigh.

And what about Doug? He probably thought I was in Cali by now, ignoring his texts and calls. My heart suddenly clenches. Did he think that I forgot about him? Suddenly lost all feelings?

I wanted to call and reach out to him so badly. To tell him everything. How I've missed him so much. But I couldn't. My phone wasn't with me, and I've concluded that it probably dropped after Romeo attacked me the night he found me.

But then again, ever since I came back here, all of my stuff had been magically transported to Romeo's house. The thought that Romeo had my things moved in with him made my stomach churn with unease. But if my things were here, my phone could be too!

I sit up on the library couch at the sudden realization. But what were the odds that Romeo would actually give me my phone back. The man wasn't stupid. But apart of me wanted to desperately try. I make my way out of the library to Romeo's office. It was quite a long walk, especially after I almost got lost for the hundredth time being in this house.

But I found his door, and stop. Hesitation suddenly taking the best of me. I was still scared of the man. What if he gets mad or worse, what if he tries to hurt me again. I was holding in my breath. This was all too much.

The last time I saw him was when he was laying down ground rules, and although he said to come to him for anything, I didn't feel comfortable asking him for things. He wasn't my father, nor my owner, despise what his sick twisted mind believes.