3. PRISONER

{Philip's point of view}

Andrea moans, regaining consciousness.

"You should eat," I said looking over at her in the morning light. She looks down seeing that I have cleaned her wounds and put bandages on them. I know she is shocked that I did not let her bleed to death. Hell, I am surprised myself. But I still loved her. Enough that I could not kill her.

"You didn't kill me," she whispers confused. I bring her a TV tray with breakfast on it . Some tea and a couple pieces of toast.

"No, I love you. You cuts aren't too bad. Not skin deep. Mainly just bruised. I got a little carried away. I am sorry," I said calmly.

"I should probably go to the hospital anyways. Or at least to see a doctor," she says eating a bit of the toast. She really think I was going to let her leave just like that?

I don't say anything at first, I just stare her down.

"You will be fine," I promised her.

"You aren't a doctor. So you can't say that for sure," she says putting down the toast, looking at her feet that are chained down, although her hands are free now.

"C'mon Andrea, if I take you to the hospital like this I will end up in jail. Your body is covered with cuts and bruises... But it looks worst then it really is. I promise you," I said seating down in a chair beside her.

"You are right. I don't think the police should get involved. You were upset and overreacted. But now you've calm down, right?" She says softly.

"Yes, absolutely," I said softly.

"So you are coming to unlock these things on my feet, right? And we can discuss everything reasonably. I know what happened with Milton was horrible. I should have told you the truth. Sneaking around like that was wrong, but I know we can all move on pass this. In time you will see that Milton and I can be like your family still. Even with us divorce, we can still co-parent Claire Elizabeth together," Andrea said softly.

She actually believed after everything, I would just let her go. Go to be with Milton. God, is she delusional? Or just stupid?

"Yes, I am going to unlock your feet Andrea. But not yet. I am fixing you a place where I can keep you safe and sound here with me. So I know that you won't go running away while I am not here. I mean I have to go to work without worrying about your leaving with our daughter," I said placing my hand on her face.

Her lovely face turned solid white, making her look like a ghost. She understood now. That I was not letting her go. Ever.

"Can I call Milton? My parents? Anyone? I want to hear his voice one last time," She said knowing now she is trapped.

"Absolutely not. No more mentioning Milton around me. I swear I don't want to hear his name again," I said coldly.

"Is he still alive? Did you kill him?" She asks, I can hear the concern in her voice.

She still loves Milton, after everything I did for her. The feeling of wanting to kill her came back, but I would not act on it this time.

"Maybe I did," I said wickedly.

"You didn't. Tell me Milton is okay," She pleaded.

"He is for now. As long as you do what I say," I threaten her.

"You can't keep me here like a prisoner!" Andrea screams loudly.

"Calm down, Andrea. You aren't a prisoner here. You are my guest," I said softly kissing her cheek.

She turns her face, giving me the cold shoulder. In time I would teach her how to behave around me. I could crush her rebellious spirit and she would learn how a wife should act around her husband.

"Go to hell," Andrea says throwing her tray of food on the floor, the glass breaking causing a loud noise as it hits the floor.

"You will regret that Andrea. The sooner you stop fighting me, the easier things will be for you," I said leaving the room before I lost control again.