Change Me | CB

XIII

Thursday Morning, 12th of October

Amaya

          My eyes wandered over to the clock which was hung on the wall opposite of my bed. Ever since I first got here in early September, I had made no progress at all in trying to get through to Christopher. It's as if his exterior just became rougher and rougher, doing the opposite of what it's supposed to do.

          I had barely left this room other than the rare occasion that Christopher decided to let me out. Everything was the same as it was from the beginning. The countless nights of him bringing over women, countless nights of him being drunk, him being mad for no reason at all and the worst one of all, him not coming to see me as often as he did.

          The more I stayed in this room, the more I could feel myself slowly slipping into insanity. I was thankful that I had WiFi but having no human interaction was worse. The only time I ever saw Christopher was when he would bring me food and even then, he'd place it outside my room, knock and then leave before I could even get a glimpse of him.

          I sighed, climbing out of my bed. I couldn't stand being in this room any longer and Christopher once mentioned that I wasn't forced to be in here. I knew Christopher was still asleep and judging from what I'd heard the night before, he and whatever girl he brought home will most likely end up suffering horrible headaches.

          I made my way down to the kitchen, looking through all the cupboards until I landed on one filled with medication. I grabbed a water bottle and some Advil, leaving it on the table for when the two should wake up. I then spent the rest of the morning attempting to make breakfast, trying to figure out what Christopher liked until I settled on chocolate chip cupcakes.

          As I baked, I heard the sound of foot steps make their way down the set of stairs. At first, I thought it was Christopher until I realised that the footsteps did not match. My head snapped to the stairs, seeing a fairly young, pale skinned girl rubbing her head in pain as she walked into the kitchen.

          "Holy shit!" She gasped, only now realising that I was here. I sighed, heading over to the medicine, giving some to her before filing up a cup of water, handing it to her. "Thanks." She sighed, immediately drinking down the Advil.

          "No problem." I replied, getting back to making the pancakes.

          "You must be the maid?" The girl questioned making my head snap up at her words.

          "She ain't my maid. What are you doin' down here?" Christopher's voice interrupted, giving the girl and I both a fright.

          "Um, I was making breakfast but I c-." Christopher gave me a look, immediately making me go silent.

          "Not you, you can continue watcha' doin'. I mean her. Who the fuck told ya' to leave the room?" He asked, facing the girl as an angry glare took over his face.

          "I-I thought I was allowed to. I mean, don't you love me? Why else would I be here? Isn't that right baby?" She asked, a smirk on her face but Christopher only kept the angry glare on his face.

          "Who the fuck told ya' that I love ya'? Bitch you must be trippin' cause you got it all wrong. You was a quick fuck. Grab ya' shit and dip, I ain't got time for yo' thotty ass." The girl gasped in shock which was soon followed by a sob.