Author's Note: Hello, dear readers! I've decided to add another short chapter, because from today all the way to December 16 (or 17), I'm going to be extremely busy doing projects and studying for the finals at my college. My semester will officially end on December 10th, and then on the 12th to I'm assuming the 16th or 17th I'll be taking the tests. So after those are done, I'll be free again to update this story for you guys. So I hope this little chapter will quench your thirst until then! Enjoy!
Chapter 9
The faint sound of birds chirping outside along with the warmth of the morning's sun gently stirs me awake, and my eyes flutter open with a groan. The first thing I see once my eyes opened was the light blue walls of Alex's bedroom. I slowly sit up and rub my face with my one hand while the other one moves the blanket out of my lap.
Last night, I dreamt of Georgina. She was drowning in our bathtub for some reason, and I tried to grab a hold of her wrists to haul her up, but my hands wouldn't move on my mental command. In the dream, I had a horrible feeling that someone else was in the dream, but couldn't place on my finger as to who it might be. All I know is, the same feeling come bubbling back into my stomach once I see Alex putting on his white cotton t-shirt.
I sit back so that my head meets the headboard of the bed before I clear my throat at him. Alex casually turns his head around and smiles at me, "Morning, morning, brother!"
"Right back at you," I reply, looking at the sleeve of my silky bathrobe that Alex gave me the other night after he abducted me and entrapped me in his basement, "What's today?"
"Oh, it's Saturday, Pete. I was thinking you will give me some tips on how to lovet meself a zheena today," he pauses before bending on his knees to pull on the hems of his gray track sweatpants to pull them up over his hips, "I sure hope you don't rassoodock."
I blink. You know, when I think about it, Alex could sure use a girlfriend of his own. I can only hope that, by finding him a soul mate, he'll finally set me free to go back home.
"Alex, of course I'll help you," I beam, "I'll do whatever it takes to find you a wife. By the way, I just realized you started talking in Nadsat since yesterday. What's up with that?"
"Oh, it's this," Alex turns around to face me, "veshch I have with lewdies. When I'm bezoomny with like them, I just don't govoreet to them in Nadsat. I used to govoreet in Nadsat all the raz even when I'm razdraz, but now I don't. This makes lewdies aware how pissed off I am at them."
"You were mad at me?" I innocently inquire, finally getting out of bed to stretch, "Is it about the pillow in your face thing?"
"Yeah. It really made me razdraz, Pete."
"I'm sorry."
"Appy polly loggy accepted, bratty. Let's itty downstairs so you'll prepare breakfast. I am in the mood for some English muffins, if you don't mind!"
I watch after him as he walks out of the bedroom before following him with a mumble, "Sure."
I made English muffins with honey drizzled over them, along with bacon, sliced fruits, and cottage cheese. We eat while I read the morning paper, when I suddenly gasp in pleasant surprise. Alex looks up at me with a puzzled frown.
I flip the newspaper page to show him the title that reads, "Speed Dating – Open at The Dove Café on January 5th!"
Alex shrugs, "Yes, what about it?"
I growl at him. He smirks.
"Speed dating, Alex. You meet plenty of people, going on a lot of time-constraint dates, as quickly as possible. By the end of the night, you'll find at least one lovely lady suitable for you!"
"Alrighty then," Alex says, take a forkful of fruit before shoving it in his mouth, "I'll viddy to that."
"It's twelve days away from today, Alex. We'll have plenty of time for me to teach you all about the correct way in how to treat a lady well so that she'll stick to you like glue. I promise you that, friend."
He sneers, "Oh! I know exactly how to govoreet to the damas, Pete. I hate to remind you this, but I've had plenty of partners and sex more so than you did."
Now I just want to throw my hot coffee at his face. But I resisted. Patience is a virtue, and if I can help him out with this, I'll be home soon with Georgina…
Then it hit me. Today is December 24th. It's Christmas Eve today, and I'm not home with her. Oh god. Georgina is probably already calling the cops, frantically searching for me. I can't believe this… I can't believe I'm under hostage of Alex. Maybe if I can just ask his permission…
"Alex?"
"Yes, Pete?"
"It's Christmas Eve today. Georgina is… all alone in our apartment. And I'm here."
Silence. I sit and stare into Alex's eyes, hoping my sad grayish-blues will convince him to at least let me spend time with Georgina.
He studies me for a bit before curtly replying, "No."
My heart stopped. No?
"N-no?" I quiver. I can feel myself shaking in rage.
He looks down solemnly, "I'm sorry, but no. You belong to me until I find someone, a cheena in that regard, to replace you. I hope you under—"
I storm out of my chair abruptly, so hard and fast the chair dropped to the floor with a loud bang. I slam my hands on the kitchen table before leaning my face into his, "No, I don't understand! Help me fucking understand!"
Alex's eyes widen just a little bit, but otherwise, he kept his cool. I can feel my face literally changing colors in varieties of purple and red as I breathe hard and shallow.
"Pete, I already explained this before to you. Do you not remember? I need you, Pete. You have everything I want, and I need your help for me to have your lifestyle. You also realize I did it because I was simply jealous of you and Georgina… It's just too weird viddying my starry droog getting bezoomny with like a cheena like that."
"A woman like that?" I shrill, clutching the kitchen cloth until my knuckles turned white, "And you're still fucking jealous of Georgina? What the fuck is wrong with you, god dammit!"
Alex moves back so that he can place the chair further away from my screaming face, "Pete, calm down. Very soon, you'll be free, and I won't bother you again."
I choke up tears, still shrilling, "You're damn right you won't bother me again! Because after this shit is over, I never want to see you again!"
I swipe my hand against his coffee mug, sending it to the floor, breaking it in the process. I storm over to the door that leads to the basement before turning around to face a surprised Alex standing a couple of feet away from me, "Don't try and bother me, Alex. I want to be alone today."
"Pete—"
I already swung the door closed before traveling down the small set of stairs that leads to the cold, cold basement. I lay down on my mattress before crying.
"What did I do to deserve this?" I sobbed into my pillow. Melodramatic? Maybe. Crestfallen? You bet your ass I am.
All I could ask is why this is happening to me.
