Chapter Four
Day Five
Sunday, April 23
10AM
His sleep is restless and when he wakes, he feels very tired and cold. He looks toward the door wondering when she will come back. Part of him wants her to come in for the company but the other part is afraid of what she might do. The door opens and she enters the room.
"Good morning Bobby, are you hungry?"
"No. Not really."
"You have to eat something."
Don't argue. "Ok."
She tosses him the key and tells him to unlock only one hand. He obeys. He sits up in the bed as she places a tray of food on the bed.
Nicole opens the window next to the bed. "It's stuffy in here."
She leaves the room. He finds it difficult to eat everything on the tray. A half hour passes and she returns. He is not sure why but he hopes she will not get upset that he did not finish all the food.
"Is that all you're going to eat?"
His instincts are correct. "I can't eat anymore, my stomach is bothering me."
"So my food is making you sick?"
"I didn't say that." She does not respond she just looks at him, that cold dark stare that sends a shiver up his spine.
"Ok. I'll finish it."
"That's better." She leaves the room again.
With each mouthful his stomach is turning. He forces himself to eat. He finishes it all. He tries to position himself so that his stomach stops hurting, with each movement he feels nauseous.
She returns and smiles. "Well that's better, you ate everything." She sits down on the bed next to him, "What's the matter? You don't look well."
"I'm fine."
"No you're not, your lying!"
"Ok. I feel like I'm gonna puke and if you don't stop moving up and down on this bed I will."
"So, my food did make you sick?"
"No. I just ate too much, please stop moving."
"Well if you do throw up, I'm not cleaning it; you can just lay in it. I make you a nice lunch and you insult me."
Oh god.
"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings the food was great. I just ate too much. Please stop moving the bed."
"Alright Bobby, I accept your apology." She smiles at him, takes the plate and leaves the room.
Please God don't let me puke.
He tries to think of different things to take his mind off his stomach. After about thirty minutes, he starts to feel better and he lies down on the bed. He hears the outside door close.
Where does she keep going?
I wonder how long it has been.
Days, weeks. No, not weeks.
He feels a cold breeze from the window and he starts to shiver. He has absolutely no way of keeping warm. He can hear the wind howl.
If it is April, why is it so cold outside?
Mountains, maybe we are in the mountains.
God where is she?
I hope she comes back soon.
Later That Night
Nicole enters the room and turns on the light. His eyes have been in the dark all day and he has to squint. He wants to tell her that it is good to see her but he says nothing. She does not speak to him she just moves slowly toward the bed. His eyes have finally become accustomed to the light. He looks up at her. She is wearing a white lace teddy.
Wow, she looks hot. Stop it. Don't look at her.
She runs her fingers through his hair and then she then climbs over him to the other side of the bed.
No not again.
He does manage to say something. "Nicole could you please close the window. It's cold in here." She gets up from the bed and closes the window. "Very cold night for April, they say it might snow." She gets back into the bed and as she gets under the covers, she touches his hand. "My you are cold." She moves closer and snuggles next to him. She lays her arm across his chest. She does not speak to him.
If she is going to do something, I wish she would just do it.
His heart begins to beat faster. What does she want?
Maybe I should talk to her.
Talk, talk about what? Forget that.
God what does she want? He exhales and sighs.
Damn she feels good.
She smells good too.
He looks down at her and realizes that she is asleep. He thought he was uncomfortable before in this little bed, this is unbearable. He sleeps off and on throughout the night.
TBC