We arrive back at his apartment. I now know we are in New York and nowhere near Tulsa. The night was boring. I was right lots of rich stuffy people. His parents showed me off to everyone and I was admired like an object. "Why me?" I ask as he pulls out a beer from the fridge.
"You're perfect." He said with a simple laugh.
"I'm not perfect."
"Trust me. It doesn't get more perfect than you." He takes a huge gulp of his beer and looks at me.
"Why me? Out of all the women in the world you pick me. Why me? Samantha obviously was attracted to you. She wants you. She's beautiful. Why not her? I'm married."
"I swear if you bring up the fact that you are married one more time I'm going to hit you!" He yells.
The intensity in his voice scares me. "Why me?" I ask sitting on a stool.
"I told you. You're perfect. Samantha is as fake as a doll."
"So what am I? Arm candy? An object?"
"Of course not. "
"So what am I going to do around here? Just sit around? Not have a life? Look pretty for you all the time?" I never knew I'd think this, but I wish I were in Tulsa.
He took a big gulp of his beer and sat silently for a while. "You know what? You can cook and clean for me. That's what you're going to do. You're going to do whatever the hell I tell you to do." I watch as he grabs his bottle of beer and smashes it onto the floor. "Clean that." He says getting up and stepping on the glass as he walks to get another beer.
"You're kidding." I laugh. I can't believe I've been letting a guy like this push me around all day. He doesn't scare me. I'm not scared of anyone. I am tough. I've always been tough, why have I all of a sudden become scared of a guy like this. I'm not cleaning that. Why am I taking this crap. He's not really going to kill Chandler if I leave. I can get up and leave right now and he couldn't do anything to me. He's probably too scared.
"No I'm not." He says opening the bottle in his hand. "Clean that." He drinks his beer and stares at me.
"Why don't you?" I find myself walking over to him and smashing the bottle in his hands onto the ground. The bottle breaks into little pieces and beer is everywhere. A small smile spreads across my face and I look at him. He looks really mad like when he pinned me down earlier. I stare at him a little longer and my smile grows as I realize he's not going to do anything to me. I shake my head and turn around, but before I could take a step I'm whipped around and feel his fist slamming into my face. I slip because of the beer on the floor and fall to the ground. He hit me. He hit me HARD. Nobody has ever hit me like that before. I'm holding onto my face crying and I think a piece of glass cut my arm
"Who the hell do you think you are? Not scared of me? Want me to hit you again? Want me to hit you harder? Don't you dare think you can pull shit like that on me. Now clean this mess up." He says stepping on the glass towards the fridge for another beer.
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I've been gone for four months. Four of the most miserable months of my life. I've been stuck in the apartment cooking and cleaning. Cooking and cleaning. Those were my favorite things to do. Cook and clean. I don't enjoy it anymore. I hate it. Alex is the biggest ass I've ever met. He's at work right now and I'm just sitting in his living room. I wish I could leave. I tried to leave once, but Alex was steps ahead of me. The first time he left me alone, the first thing I did was run for the door, but he locked it from outside. I couldn't open any of his windows. None of his phones or computers worked. He had taken my cell phone when I was knocked out the night he abducted me. I wonder if anyone tried to look for me, if anyone misses me. I hope someone tried. I hope Chandler misses me. I think about this all the time. Everyday, every chance I get to myself. He probably found a girlfriend. Chandler is looking amazing as he gets older. I miss him. I jump when I hear the front door open and find Alex walking in. "What are you doing?" He asks taking his coat off.
"I'm just sitting here." I shrug.
"Shouldn't you be making dinner?"
"I'm tired."
"Well I'm really hungry and don't feel like going out tonight."
"Make something for yourself."
"Make something for myself? Last time I did that I burned down a quarter of my parents kitchen. Get up and make my dinner!"
"Can't I make it later? I'm tired."
"No. I'm starving!"
"Order pizza."
"I had pizza for lunch. I'm not eating it again. Now go make my damn dinner!"
"I'm tired!"
"I don't care!" He screams yanking me up, making me fall and hit my nose on the coffee table.
My nose hurts SO much! I get up and sit back onto the couch and touch my nose. I watch as blood drips onto my clothes. "This really hurts." I say putting my head up. I grab a few tissues off the coffee table and hold it against my nose.
"You're always complaining."
I give out a small laugh. "I wonder why."
"Go make my dinner."
"My nose is bleeding."
"Well stick some tissues up your nose and make my dinner."
"You're such a jerk."
"Oh please. I am so nice to you. You just don't notice it."
"I don't notice it? Demanding me to make your dinner, forcing me up making me fall and hit my nose is nice? Hitting me every time I do something wrong is nice? Giving me a new damn bruise every day is nice? Taking me away from my life is nice?"
"You know you live a better life here so quit your complaining. Everything here is probably 10 times more expensive then your crap at home."
"Money doesn't mean everything Alex."
"Well it means a whole lot."
"My stuff may be cheaper but my life was so much better. So much better before I met you."
"I'm pretty sure you were really into me when you first met me."
"I was not."
"Oh please. You were all over me."
"Ok keep telling yourself that." I roll my eyes and grab some more tissues.
He forcefully grabs me by the hair and gets close to me. "I want my dinner. I'm going to go take a shower. When I get out I want a good dinner sitting at the table waiting for me to eat. Got that?" He says pulling my hair even harder. I feel tears rimming my eyes and I nod my head.
"I'm sorry." I find myself saying hoping he'll let go.
"That's right. Now go make my dinner." He says giving me a push.
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