Painting

Chapter 43

(Two days before real break-up)

I didn't think I would be back in that room, at least not that soon. In that particular position. At least, he didn't hurt me. All throughout last night, he asked me if what he was doing was okay, if it felt good. He respected my demands and my wishes. At first, I tried to convince him to let me go, but he didn't want to. So I thought, might as well, enjoy this.

He is cuddling up to me like I'm his body pillow. It is actually comfortable, minus the fact that my hands are still tied together and this piece of fabric is still in my mouth. I mean, what can you do?

Teddy is going to wake up soon, I can sense it. I just hope, he is not in a bad mood.

He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me even closer than I already am.

-Hi Babydoll. How are you?

I nod my head.

-Sorry, I'll take that out of your mouth. Here.

He takes it out and kisses me. Then, Teddy unties my hands and drop the rope next to the bed.

-What do you want for breakfast?

-Waffles, please.

-You got it. Stay in bed and relax.

He gets up and walks away.

It's time to try to locate my laptop. Yesterday, the ringing came from here. I scan the whole room. The big window, the blue and white walls, the drawer I used to have, the wardrobe, the nightstand and the door. He wouldn't leave it like that, on a table.

He comes back with a plate. I hold out my hands to take it. He keeps it out of reach. He cuts a piece and hold it out to me.

-I can feed myself.

-I'm well aware of that, but did I ask you to feed yourself? I'm here to take care of you.

I don't feel like fighting, I'm just exhausted. I'll run away when I can. I nod my head and open my mouth. Teddy feeds all of it to me. When he goes out of the room, again. I take it as an opportunity to look forward for my laptop.

I open the drawers, its not there. The wardrobe, nothing. The drawer of the nightstand. Behind the curtains.

-You're still searching for your laptop.

I'm in trouble. I turn around.

-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... It's just that I paid a lot for that laptop and I have some work on it.

-Some work? You work in a library.

-I'm writing something.

-Can I see it?

-No, it's not finished yet. Now can I get it?

He rolls his eyes and walks out of the room.

There are two options of what might happen. One, he comes back with my laptop and he lets me go, but it's not likely to happen, I mean it's Teddy. I'm not expecting anything. Two, he comes back with more rope, this time and ties me up entirely to his bed. It sounds a bit unrealistic though, we're not in a movie. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised. I've learn to expect anything coming from that boy. If it happens, am I going to fight it?

Not at all. I'm tired.

I look at the door. He is not even there. What's taking him so long? For sure, he's going to come back with rope.