He jerks me up and pulls me along behind him. I was tripping over my own feet trying to keep up but I couldn't so I ripped my arm out of his grasp.
"I can't walk with you! You're pulling me and I have small legs compared to you!" He turns around and gets in my face causing me to flinch and stop yelling. It's not like anyone would hear me anyways.
He shakes me by my arms and gets quiet. "Listen, I don't care that you can't keep up but you're gonna stay in that house otherwise you're going back to the cellar. Now I'm trying to get your ransom because as you so drunkenly put it last night, my uncle is innocent. It was as if the police decided he did it and made the crime and evidence fit. Now stop fighting me before I decide to throw you over my fucking shoulder and carry you inside." He points to the house indicating that whether I like it or not I was going back in there.
I stomp my way ahead of him and wait by the road for him to catch up. He walks ahead of me and I turn around and run away again. I don't know why because he was going to catch me then carry me inside but I'm tired of being a hostage.
"Fuck me Athea!" I hear him yell. A minute later it seemed I was being tackled to the ground. "You're really going to make this hard on me then." He said through gritted teeth as he struggled to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder.
I sighed and just hung there once he got me on his shoulder. He walks me all the way upstairs and drops me on my bed.
"Now," He said trying to catch his breath. "I will tie you up to the damn bed and padlock you in here if need be. Do not and I mean it run off again."
"Then tie me up." I spit in his direction. He backs me up against the wall causing my face to flame with the closeness.
"You sure are mouthy today after last night aren't you? Keep your mouth shut."
I glare at him and cross my arms. What does he expect. I was just waiting for the blows but he wasn't doing it. I didn't know what to expect. What if he decided to wake me up in the middle of the night with a beating? I really needed to keep my mouth shut. I squezze my eyes shut in relfex to him moving as he pushes himself away from me and I had to say it was pretty hot with the bad boy vibe. He looks at me curiously as he walks out the room slamming the door.
I walk into the bathroom attached to my room and see how filthy I am. I was genuinely mad at myself for doing that because now I needed new clothes. I also felt the need to apologize to him for trying to run away. He just seemed so desperate when he was explaining to me about his uncle. I walk out my room and see his door is cracked. I knock on it and wait for a reply.
"What?" He groans as he gets off his bed. He jerks the door open quickly causing me to take a step back. "Oh. Listen there's food in the kitchen. Come on." He grabs my wrist and pulls me down the stairs. His words were nice but his tone and touch was not. He wasn't neccessarily hurting me but he wasn't being gentle either.
He makes me a plate while watching me sit at the counter with my hands in my lap. I was so confused about last night and why he even kissed me back. It was wierd and now I have no idea what to expect but things felt different. A lot more different.
"Here." He says sliding the plate to me. "I'm having another party Friday. You will be stuck next to me so I can make sure nothing happens to you. As far as you need to be worried is that you don't talk and do what I say. Got it?" He points a finger at me for emphasis and drinks his glass of milk. "Oh, crap. That was yours." I watch as he grabs a clean glass and goes to pour me some milk. All I had on my plate was bacon and eggs and I didn't want milk.
I clear my throat hoping he doesn't slap me for speaking, "Do you have any orange or apple juice?" He jerks his head to look at me and I drop my eyes to look at my lap.
"Yeah." He puts the milk back and grabs out orange juice. "But do you understand what I said about the party Friday?"
"Yeah." I take a sip after he hands me the glass and puts the orange juice back in the fridge. "Can I take a shower and get some more clothes?"
"I shouldn't let you cause you ran away but you're not in the cellar. Go. I'll grab some clothes for you." He shoos me away with his hand and I scurry upstairs. His niceness was really worrying me.
I got out of the shower and opened the bathroom door so i could bend down and grab the dirty clothes. The towel was wrapped around me pretty tightly but it was really long. I loved those towels. They were big and fluffy and long and I would have used one as a blanket. I bumoed into Ryan and fell on my butt.
"Sorry. Here." He tosses the clean clothes at me and walks away.
It was noon by the time I decided to try and reamerge from my room again. I really didn't want to piss him off. I was confused as it was because he has hinted at what he knew last night but hasn't actually called me out on it. It was nerve racking. I really couldn't say anything though because I haven't called him out on his end of it. The rest of the week went by in the same fashion. I was quieter due to the fear of getting hurt and he was acting wierd.
The night of the party he handed me a drink and made me follow him around. I waited for him to sit down so i could sit in front of or beside him. There was no where for me to so I was standing in front of him awkwardly.
"Are you really having her up here and following you around after last time?" I hear his father ask.
"Cuz come on. Just lock her in your room and she'll be safe. No one goes in your room anyways." His cousin says.
"Listen, no one goes in my room and I feel better having an eye on her anyways." Ryan says pointing to me while sloshing his beer on the floor. I take a small sip of mine dropping my eyes so I don't cause his family to ask any more questions or tease him.
"So what? You have a thing for her?"
"No. It's so she doesn't try any funny business. Once I can trust that she won't run off I'll keep her upstairs until then she stays with me. Is that a problem?" He eyes his father and cousin who I feel turn their gazes on me. A second later someone knocks into me causing me to stumble and my drink splashes out of my cup onto Ryan and myself and I fall onto his lap.
"I- I-. Sorry." I say and start to get off and notice I'm straddling his lap. Hes holding onto my waist trying to keep me steady and what feels like trying to keep me there. He sits forward and sets me on my feet getting up with me.
"Excuse me gentlemen. I need to freshen up and so does she. I don't like her smelling like alcohol." He grabs my wrist roughly and drags me up the stairs behind him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"It's not your fault. Just sit on the bed while I go shower and change. Then you do the same." He says nodding towards the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. What felt like me sitting on him for minutes earlier I know was only a few seconds. He wouldn't keep me on his lap any longer than neccessary. He was probab;y just making sure it was safe to me to stand up.
He comes in the room with nothing but a towel around his waist and I take a rushed shower so as not to anger him. I come out dressed and ready and bump right into him toppling us both to the floor. I land on top of him again and he looks at me in exasperation.
"What-" He's shaking his head in disbelief and grabs my wasit flipping me off of him. "What is wrong with you tonight?"
I shake my head because I don't want to admit that what happened last week has been eating me up and cicrling my mind all week.
"No. You're not going to dismiss the question."
"I'm not talking about it right now. Maybe after everyone leaves or tomorrow. I may never talk about it because you won't even acknowledge it." I watched him as his expression changed from confusion to knowing what I was talking about.
"You mean," he walks towards me backing me up. "When you got drunk and kissed me last week?" He then steps towards me again. "How I let you and kissed you back?" He has me pinned against the wall again. "Athea that was just me getting out the tension from the first time we met. There's nothing there. You're only here for ransom that's it."
"Are you drunk?" I asked warily. I could smell the alcohol on him but it didn't smell like the beer I'd been drinking.
"No. I'm not a light weight like you."
"So you don't want to kiss me again?"
"Of course not." He scoffs.
"Hmm.. interesting because even though I'm a lightwieght I'm more sober than you are but I'm still drunk enough to be brave. The question is are you scared or an actual mafia boss?" He leaned down to kiss me and I was smirking. I had to admit being stuck on him tonight was working in my favor. Not that I had a plan. I just wanted to feel his mouth on mine.