I sit up suddenly, still on the couch. Man, that was a weird dream. Why did I dream about that monster? Walking into the kitchen I test the faucets- no water- so I have to conserve the bottles.
I had put them into the fridge-which thankfully showed that the electricity was working.
Taking about 1/3rd of the 1st bottle I decide to ration it to 6 small sips a day- each day till Slade returns.
I don't know why I'm planning this so thoroughly… Must be all the NCIS, CSI and all that I watch…oh well, better safe than sorry
I looked around-being sure to look for any form of nutrients.
none
So i was bored, so in fact, that i started humming from a Studio Ghibli i had seen since i was a baby. Nausicaa valley of the wind. Ah, such a nice tune. Grabbing a pair of Slade's socks i start spinning in circles humming to the beat.
My eyes pricked thinking of that movie, i used to watch it all the time in elementary and middle school with three of my closest friends. They were like brothers to me;Tim, Damian, and Terry.
I kept humming and spinning till i fell over. This is how i liked to spend my days, peaceful. Alone. With no one to bother me.
But as i sat on the floor tired and dizzy i realized how hungry i actually am. It feels as if my stomach is eating itself and i stand up and drink a mouthful of water.
"What a wonderful performance." I heard a deep voice from the room i just left.
Spinning around i look and see as Slade saunters into the kitchen.
"What a wonderful job you did on setting up the house! And i must say that is a wonderful story on the table, I would love to one day have you read it to our child." I choked on the water and start coughing.
He only chuckles and pulls a bag from behind him. I watch the bag like a hawk, it's been about two or three days since my last full meal, considering breakfast from the morning of my second kidnapping was a granola bar. i could eat a bear.
He holds the bag out to me but as i reach for it he grabs my wrist.
" .Ah! Only good boys get food. Do you know why you didn't get food yesterday?" He leaned closer to my face while i-on the other hand leaned AWAY.
Shaking my head he does the same like a disappointed parent, though…
"You left, Little Birdie. That is why you were being punished. Now. If you want the food i brought then give me a kiss." I grimace but reach up to peck his cheek.
Hey! If you hadn't eaten in 2 days you would happily kiss someone to keep from starving!
But as cliche as ever he turns last minute so it's a lip-lock. But what i didn't expect was from him to hold me in place- via back of my neck, or shove his tongue down my throat.
I struggled for a few seconds until he let me go.
Grabbing the bag i did a running jump to the couch and landed comfortably.
Loaf of bread, balogna, and american cheese, and another bottle of water. I start on a bologna and cheese sandwich, happily consuming it in seconds.
HE just stood watching from the doorway.
Huddling into the corner, i pull out a blanket i had stashed and curl up over the food so he won't take it from me.