His Sick Obsessions

Chapter Twenty: Meme

I woke up, Dalton was sticking out of his closet looking for something.

"What are you doing?", I asked yawning.
He turned around smiling "just looking for my other pair of shoes".

"Why?", I said raising an eyebrow.

"Oh I was thinking about taking a walk getting done fresh air", he said.

My heart sank, I want to go outside- I want fresh air! And I can't because of my crazy friend? It's not fair. It's not fucking fair.

But all I did was look down at my hands and fake a smile. This is why I'm broken, because the only time I show my emotions is when I'm angry, outraged, furious...

I've only been here, what four days? Less? more? Why haven't I been keeping track?.

I didn't notice that Dalton had sat on the bed until he had his hand on my face making me look at him, he kissed me.

This time it wasn't a kiss of defiance. It was a kiss of forgetfulness. I am a prisoner in this house, not a girl from the street.

When it dawned on him that I'm here because I have to be it became awkward. So it was a bluff in the basement. An order.

James walked in, the tension evaporating to the point where it probably looked more like we were discussing taxes.

Then I gulped realizing it was time...
James gave his warning, I took a bite and now it's time to swallow the situation.

"Dalton breakfast is ready, come eat", Dalton got up and so did I.
when I reached the doorway of the kitchen James stopped me, "what do you think your doing? You don't get to eat", he said laughing in my face.

I turned around to go to my room but he grabbed my arm and twisted it back, I let out a little cry as he pulled me to him.

"I don't trust you bring alone" he said glaring at me.
"Then what am I supposed to do?", I asked confused.

He smiled evilly and pulled me into the kitchen dragging a chair to the corner of the room, "You are going to be in time out since you like acting like a child", he said bitterly.

He gestured to the chair and I sat down, it faced the wall so there was literally nothing I could do. I stared at the wall and planned out my next strategy, how did James hear me last time?...

Cameras! They must have cameras, unless there was something else I was missing like maybe he heard me? Or checked on me?.

Then a surge of freezing cold water went through my body, shocking my system. "What the fuck?!", I shouted and shivered, turning around to see who did this- of course- James.