Shades Of Styles

Stalker, Watcher, Physcopath (part 3)

I stopped counting the days after a week. It didn't seem to matter anymore. I will be confined to this house until my death.
I still fear that he will kill me soon. He hasn't seemed like he would but his anger issues might drive him that way.
Every once in a while he'll give me something or say something that relates directly to my normal life which tells me this wasn't by chance and he had planned this for a while.
It's a creepy thing, to realize you've been stalked. It unnerves me to think about it. All the things I've done, he has probably seen. All the conversations I've had. The times I've been naked. The times I've been at my most vulnerable. He was there watching all of it.
I can tell that Harry is a nice guy, but there's something in his brain that's not wired completely right. Being stuck in this apartment like basement for over a week now has given me a new found want to live. Though I can't lie, this isn't the worst way to live as a captive.
I'm just glad I don't have to sleep chained to a pole anymore.
Over the past week, he's brought me new clothes to change in and out of and even washes them for me. He's giving me bath products like shampoo and conditioner, body wash, tooth brush and more. And he's kept the food stocked up.
He's asked if he could stay down here with me but I refuse every time. I don't think I'll be able to handle sleeping in the same room as him.
I could find a way to take him down but it would be no use, he's really good about locking the door behind him. And it's not with a key, it's some password encoded thing. He went to great lengths to keep me here but I won't let him.
I think I need to find a way to distract him, just so that he can't lock the door.
Just as I am getting up from the bed I hear the buzz and click of the door from living room and his foot steps making their way to me. If I pretend to sleep maybe he'll leave. I quickly throw myself under the covers and close my eyes, throwing a pillow over my head.

"Oh sleepy head." He laughs as he opens the door. "It's almost 12 in the afternoon. You can't sleep in forever." He goes on. There's a noise of something being set down, probably food. He likes to make me breakfast even though he puts breakfast food in the kitchen. There's silence and then I feel his hand on my back and it takes everything I have not to flinch at his touch.
"You're so beautiful. And I love you. I wish you didn't have to be prisoner. We could be together, upstairs. And you could live your life. But you don't love me." He sighs and moves his hand away. His phones goes off and he answers it.

"Hello." A pause.
"They're looking for her?" He asks. My heart jumps at the idea of someone finding me. But then I realize that's there's someone else that knows about this and is on Harry's side. My heart aches now at the idea of the only outsider that knows being okay with this. I can't even scream for help. Because they know and don't care.
"Well nobody suspects me right?" He asks. "Good." And that sends me into sobbing mode, realizing nobody suspects the quiet guy. I'm so fucked.
Then it hits me, I pretend to love him. Then he'll let me upstairs and into the world and I can tell someone.
"Harry." I groan, pretending I've just woken up. His eyes dart from the wall to me and then he tells the person on the other line he has to go and hangs up.

"Hey sleepy." He smiles at me and I fake a smile back. "Is that a smile on my girl?" He asks and I nod. "Are you hungry? I made pancakes." He explains and grabs the tray off the dresser.

"Thank you." I sigh, taking the plate.

"You're so pretty when you wake up," he tells me and I nod.

"Harry...I've been thinking. You're so nice. And sweet. And caring." I tell him and reach up to brush his hair from his face. Touching him makes me nervous but she seems to like it. "I was thinking...why don't we-you know. Give us a try,"

"Really?" He asks, his eyes lighting up. I nod once and lean into kiss him. I absolutely hate this but I'll do anything to make him think I love him. His lips touch mine and we kiss for a moment before he pulls away. "Do-do you love me?" His eyebrows raise. I nod, smiling widely. "Say it." He orders. I gulp once and open my mouth to speak. Before I can, his phone goes off again and he grabs it, leaving the room and going upstairs. I hear the buzz and click letting me know I'm stuck in here longer.

It's been 4 days. I haven't seen Harry in 4 days, or even heard his footsteps from upstairs. I'll be out of food by the end of the week and clean clothes too. I want to think he's been caught but that idea goes out the window when I realize they would have came looking for me and found me.