Where to Next

Chapter 8

A few weeks has passed. Craig and I are still living in this strange little apartment hidden away in the basement of the mansion. We don't have any windows, clocks or televisions so it made it hard to keep track of the time. Craig wouldn't let us nap because he was afraid it would be harder to know what time of day it is or Month. He tried his best to keep us on a normal schedule. We have no clue if it is night or day or what the weather is like outside. Craig made a small calendar so we can keep track of what day it was and hopefully we would know what season we were in just in case we could escape. I often wonder when the party would take place because we haven't seen anyone since the night in the tub. Every morning I wake up asking myself I if today will be the day. Honestly, I am starting to get to the point that I just want it to be over with already. I will say, not all of our time spent down here is bad. 

Craig and I cook together every night. He is such an amazing chef. The other night we prepared Chicken Cacciatore with garlic bread. Although I hate Mr. Whitman, he does make sure we get whatever we request. Every Tuesday we take an inventory of what we are running low on then we send it back up in the delivery chute. Usually the next day it will come back down with all of our request. We thought about trying to escape through it, but his father has a guard there around the clock. For the most part, we are trying to just make the best of the situation. We often play board games to pass the time. Craig surprises me sometimes with little gifts he makes for me. I keep them in a old pasta box just so I can look at them when this place starts to get to me. The nights have gotten a little harder on us as we often find ourselves fighting off the urge to be with one another. One night things went a little further than they should have gone. I hate that I have to tell him to stop. I wanted him so badly, but I know the consequences of our actions. Since then, we have learned to not take it that far. I get bored so I am often cleaning to try and pass the time. Tonight while I was putting our clothes away, Craig volunteered to make dinner all by hisself.

¨He must be getting tired of me¨ I chuckled to myself.

As he starts to cook you can just smell the aroma of garlic filling the rooms. He is sauteeing garlic, onions and freshly cut potatoes. It´s one of my favorites! I don't know if it is the olive oil or something else that he uses, but they just melt in your mouth. It wasn´t long before I heard him yell for me to come and join him at the dinner table.

As I walked out of the room, I saw he had prepared the table for tonight. Craig place two long red candle sticks that give the room a soft glow. He also set the table with some beautiful china that is usually stored under the island in the kitchen. The table cloth is white and it has a red rose petal pattern that match the china. I am honestly taken aback by home much thought he put into setting the table for us.

Just then Craig pulls out my chair, ¨have a seat my love¨.

I sit down as he walks over to the chair next to me. He he began filling our glasses with some red wine. When he finished pouring the wine he placed a glass in front of me. I then proceeded to take a sip while he unwrapped a basket of warm garlic rolls. I have to admit, I am truly impressed!

¨You did all this for me¨ I asked?

Craig stopped what he was doing to reach for my hand.

¨I love you Jade. I would do anything for you¨

As he finished his sentence he gently kissed my cheek. Still to this day he gives me butterflies. I truly am truly deeply inlove with him. I sat there just taking it all in. I couldn´t help to gaze over at him. Craig is really dressed for tonights dinner. He put on his favorite pair of navy blue dress pants with his white button down long sleeve shirt. He always rolls the cuffs back to where it exposing a small tattoo that he has on his left forearm that red 082908. I had asked him once what it meant, but he never told me. I felt a little under dressed as I only put on my grey cotton sweats with my pink v neck tee. He must of noticed me pulling at my shirt in an attemped to make it look less wrinkled because he just started laughing.