Kendall's POV
Sleep? Yeah right, although it would be good right about now. But how the hell can I sleep like this? The feeling in my hands and feet are starting to go numb, my ass hurts so bad, and my eyes feel like they have lead weights on them. All I want to do is go home and see Camille. Camille. The thought of her brings back what he said about she won't bother us again. My stomach turns and I feel bile rise in my mouth and I want to cry all at the same time. I fear she's dead.
She was my roommate. You know the type that comes and goes as they please but still pays their share of the bills on time. Sometimes we would cool around with each other but it was nothing serious. I've dated guys in the past but I've sworn off of them for a while because my last boyfriend was so crazy for me he ended up in a looney bin.
No joke, he literally went crazy for me and he was normal when I met him. His name was Logan Mitchall and he was the best boyfriend I've ever had but when I broke up with him because he cheated on me he lost it. Started stalking me. Long story short he's in a mental hospital now. But that was when I was in Minnasota I moved out here with my friend Camille so we could room together. I wanted a fresh start and she wanted to be an actress. It worked out that way.
But oh Camille,if he's done to her what I think he has then, I'll never forgive myself. I should tried better to protect her then let her get killed. I feel tears prick in my eyes and I try my best to hold them back. I take deep breathes to calm myself down but all I can smell is old spice, sweat, and the linger smell of sex. It's not the best smell in the world but I've got to try and sleep. I lean my head back more into the pillow, close my eyes and go to sleep.
The next morning, the weight on my chest is gone. I open my eyes and see no one in the room. I also notice my ankle cuffs are undone. I hear a door open on my right, " Oh good you're awake now." James says as he towel dries his hair. "I was wondering when you'd wake up ." He says before taking the towel around his waist off and showing off all he had to offer. I took a gulp and tried to look away but he came closer and said" hey it's okay to look. It's all for you anyway." He smiled and winked at me and I could stop the blush that came to my cheeks. He put on a t-shirt and jeans before he came over and put my boxers back on. "I'll go make breakfast now okay?" He said with a huge smile of pride and kissed me on the lips before he left.
When you think about it James is sweet in that psychopathic sort of way. It could be worse, he could be beating me until I'm black and blue and dying in his bed. But no I'm just cuffed to it.
Few minutes later he came back in with a boat load of food on a plate and I'm talking bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, toast, pancakes, some fruit and a glass of orange juice. Wow. "That's a lot of food." I say.
"Well you need to eat and build up some strength. I'll help you sit up and feed you." He says and I guess he has to feed me because the hand cuffs don't reach my mouth when I'm sitting.
After he's done feeding me he puts the plate and glass on the dresser then comes sits back down by me. "Thank you for breakfast." I say quietly and politely. He strokes my cheek in what I'm guessing he means to be in a loveing manner but feels like he's petting a puppy.
" You're welcome babe. I'm gonna be out today taking care of a few things. So here's a TV remote to watch whatever you want so you're not bored while I'm gone." He says and kisses me on the lips again before he smiles at me and leaves.
Well now I'm all alone to my thoughts and day time telivison. I pull on the hand cuffs to try and slip out of them but thy are just to tight. Well shit. I turn the TV on to the news just because I know nothing else is on.
My mind goes back to James. If he wasnt all fucked up in the head he'd be perfect. He's good looking, cooks great food, seems like he's caring for me, good in the sack and has a job that pays well. But of course he's fucking nuttier then Yosemidy Sam in a gun store.
Maybe I could get him to see someone? Granted I really hate him right now for killing my best friend/ roommate but he seems like he could change if he got some serious help. Maybe if I ever get out of these mother fucking hand cuffs! I stop fighting them knowing it's no use and I turn back to the TV.
Speaking of James, I wonder what he's up too?