He Bought Me

10.

The week passed like a blur. I'm able to leave my room but Boris comes with me every time, I'm grateful for it because I'm still a little shy around men. Boris and I barely talk and never touch, well, unless we're walking through the halls, he has me pulled to his chest.

I spend way too much time in my room, I only leave for lunch, it's less time with Boris. I haven't seen Will in four days since he told me I may be suffering from depression. Boris was furious. I hope Boris didn't hurt him.

Knock Knock Knock. "Come in!" I shout. Boris steps inside and closes the door behind him.

"Can we talk?" he whispers. It's so odd to hear him whisper.

I put my notebook down, "Yeah"

"Your dad wants to see you"

I laugh. "No, no way in hell" he wants me to see him after he sold me? I knew he was stupid but this is on a whole new level. What does he have to say to me? It's been almost two weeks and now he wants to talk to me?

"Alright" he steps back, "I'll be back for dinner"

I jump up, "Actually, I'm gonna miss dinner. I haven't been hungry a lot"

He nods once then his eyes move to the bed, "You're packing?"

"What?" I follow his gaze to the pile of clothes, "Oh, I'm about to take a shower, I was just finishing in my book" I smile. A week ago I started writing everything that happened with Boris and the parties and the fights, even what happened with Erik. I cry cold tears every time I wrote about my feelings for Boris. I do like him.

"Alright" he stands there awkwardly for a long moment then finally leaves.

"Fuck it" I close my notebook, not finishing my writing, I need my hot shower. I leave my clothes and just grab my towel.

After stripping I put my hair in the bun and hop in the shower. Ahhh! Taking a shower without music is the worst but the hot water easing my tight bone makes up for it. I take a longer shower than expected but I guess I needed it. I didn't think or worry about anyone or anything, I was with myself.

I wrap myself with a towel then exit the bathroom. I stop in my tracks when I see Boris sitting at the end of the bed with my notebook and a whiskey bottle in his hands.

"...'I feel like my feelings have betrayed me'" it takes me a second but I realize he's reading from my notebook. "'The second I arrived at the beast's castle, I...'" he looks up at me, "You what?"

"That's private" I snarl.

"It's about me" he laughs, "I'm the beast and this is my castle, right?"

I step closer, "Get out"

His eyes leave mine then his face whitens, "You're wearing my necklace"

I am, I've worn it all week but my hair has been in the way. This is the first time I've had my hair up, making it visible. "What do you want?"

He shakes his head, "Take it off"

"What?!" I squeal, "It's mine. You gave it to me"

With his hands glued to mine, he puts my book and his bottle on the bed. He stands up and closes the distance. "I'll get you another necklace just take that fucking one off"

My feet won't move! "Why?" I whimper. I don't know why I want it but I can't lose it. I freeze when he leans forward and reaches for the lock. His natural smell fills my nose and my legs go weak. Fearing I might collapse, I grab his waist.

"Don't touch me" he hisses. He pulls back with my necklace in his hands and I stumble back.

"You're in my room" I remind him.