What can we call it?

Too Fast

Chapter 4

Kyle

Love is in the bathroom for more than 30 minutes, and I am right outside the door, waiting for her. I know she can't just open a window and start running away because the floor is too high up, and all the windows are locked.

No one knows where we are because I have already thrown her phone away in a lake after turning it off, and her roommate won't care enough to check up on her. It's sad, but it has worked out to my favor. No matter how people perceive her, I've always loved her, and I will always love her. She might think that I am just her stalker, but I am much more than that. I am the person who knows why she's stopped celebrating her birthday, why she can't and won't drive, and why she hates the smell of coffee.

"Love, can you open the door for me?" I knock on the door. "If you don't, I am going to have to walk in."

"I am feeling sick," she yells and starts vomiting.

I bust the door open and head to her. "Love, what's wrong?"

"Stop calling my name." She stares at me, sitting on the floor with her elbow on the toilet seat. "And don't ask me what's wrong. That stupid drug is still affecting me. Why did you have to do that?"

"Because I couldn't bring you here on your free will, and you said you didn't trust the male species enough to have a boyfriend." I head to her and kneel down beside her. "I know I am not the exception."

"Do not touch me," she says, shifting her body a little. "And still far away from me."

Strangs of her hair fall on her face, and they would get into the toilet bowl if I didn't tie her hair up for her, so I gather all her hair up, brush her hair with my fingers, remove a hair tie on my waist and tie her hair up. "I am your kidnapper, you don't get to order me around," I say, keeping my voice firm. "In this cabin, you and I are alone. You do what I say." I slap her back and before she can say anything else, she starts vomiting more.

After she's done, she flushes the toilet, gets up, saunters to the sink, and washes her mouth. "Is the gray one my toothbrush?" She glares down at the cup on the sink that has two toothbrushes in it: blue and gray. "I wouldn't be surprised if you knew my favorite color."

"Yes, it is."

She gets the toothpaste and starts squeezing it out on the bristles. "Aren't you afraid of me trying to get you arrested when I get to get out?"

I get up, walk to her, and stand right behind her, so she could see my reflection in the mirror. "I am more afraid of not getting your love." I put my hands in her shoulder, leans in, and whispers, "I have already lost it once, but I am hoping to get it back."

"Kyle, you and I have never met before," she says as she brushes her teeth. "You seriously need help. Get yourself away from me, or else I'll try to poke your eyes with the toothbrush."

I don't listen. "There are wolves and bears around here, and I am the friendliest creature out here." Her shampoo smells just like the old times, and no matter how hard her features have become, she's still that same Love that I know. "If you don't want pancakes, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Salmon rolls without salmon and avocado."

She remembers. Why I went to Jasmine, I'd always order that.

I chuckle. "I love when you remember things about me," I say. "That's not a problem, but it might take a while."

"I am just hoping to get more sleep, and you feel free to cuddle me if you'd like."

"Really?"

She splits her toothpaste out, washes her mouth, and turns around. She wraps her arms around my neck, stands on tiptoe, and looks me right in the eyes. I love the natural look of her skin, and how fresh her skin looks without having to do anything. Her eyes look curious, and I'll always want her to look at me like this.

She brings her face close to mine, and for a moment she has me thinking that she's going to give me a kiss on my cheek, but she brings her mouth close to my ear. She bites my left ear, unwraps her arms, shoves me off her way, and hurries out the door. "No, you creep."

I cup my ear for the pain of it. God, if she was someone else, she would not get away with this. "Love, don't make me regret being nice to you." I chase after her. "Because if I had to chain you to stay, I would."

"You are very fucked up, do you know that?'She turns her head around as she runs down the marble stairs. "You're going to end up murdering me---"

"I am never going to murder you." I slow my pace. "I was thinking about taking you out sometime." I shrug. "I bought you a lot of dresses."

"In this weather?" She says without looking at me. "Do I look like I want to wear a dress in this weather?"

"Do you look like you can escape in this weather?" I ask. "You can leave the house, but just keep in mind that you can't escape from me, and if you keep being stubborn, I'd chain you up."

"Do I look like a dog to you?" She asks.

"No, just someone I love deeply," I answer. "So, I'll do anything to keep you safe."

"You are mental, do you know that?" When she gets down the stairs, she totters to the door. No one will be here to rescue her.

Dad bought this cabin for me to come, and have a relaxing winter or summer because he's always busy and doesn't have time for me. When I am not around him, he likes me better. If he saw her, he'd just think she is my girlfriend. He knows how much I have always been in love with her.

"You aren't not mental, either."

And she's out the door, into the road that is dust with snow.

I know if I didn't stop her, she would walk until her legs give up on her, so I hurry to her.

She leaves with no choice, but to threaten to hurt someone she cares about.