I had spent the last 5 days in bed. I could not bring myself to leave the house. I stood up looking at the house that looked like a pigsty. I picked up my phone that was swamped in missed calls from my family.
It was midday already . I did not plan on going anywhere on Wednesday. I took a bath and wore some pajamas. I pressed the dial icon to call my brother Jade. "Skyler..?", I heard his worried voice say.
"Hi doctor, how are you? "
" I'm not okay Sky , what the hell have you been doing the past 5 days?" , he said, angry.
I completely understood why he was angry. Considering the things my family was involved in ,I would have also gotten worried.
"Then why aren't you searching for me?" ,I said lazily while walking through the house.
"You did not just say that, you little rascal because your GPS says you're at home and you never left the house."
"Relex I know I'm fine l'm at home"
"School ..?"
Just as I was about to answer I heard the doorbell ring.
"School is good. Look I'll call you back someone is at the door"
" Sure catch you later"
I switched off the calm as I went to the door. It was weird that someone was knocking on my door. I did not have any friends or any files that were meant to be sent to me. I drag my feet to the door .
"Ahh I hate guests", I murmured to myself. I opened the door.
There stood Mr Jones in his day to day suit. Looking as good as always.
"What the fuck!?" I took a step back in shock. What was he doing here?
"Miss Kingsley "he said in the coolest tone ever that was accompanied by the soft smile on his face. How was this man so shameless? How could he show up in my house after what he did to me last week?
I felt everything I've been trying to overcome growing into giants that I could never get the courage to fight. The words that I wanted to say all vanished. I could not even mutter a single word
He made his way in without asking for permission. He was carrying a plastic bag in his left hand.
He continued navigating his way around my house.
-I hate his guts-
I thought to myself. Who had this amount of confidence and pride in someone else's house.
"Miss Kingsley, your house is a pigsty",he commented but it sounded more like complaining. I shut the door behind me and made my way to him . He was pulling the curtains to let the light in.
I stood there looking at the sight that was unfolding in front of me. He folded the sleeves of his shirt and started tidying the place. I felt a sense of curiosity as I peeked in the plastic that he had long placed on the table.It had a piece of cake in it.
After looking at him cleaning my house I got bored and took the cake. It was simply a vanilla flavored cake . I took it out of the bag and tasted it. It was nice and spongy with not so much sugar.
There was something about it that said I'll face the consequences later.
"Is it tasty?",I heard him ask.
"It's good",I said looking at him . The house was now squeaky clean. It made me embarrassed that my lecture just cleaned my living space. Yet some part of me was ecstatic because he was making up for That Time.
"Wanna feed me?",I looked at his shameless face as opened his mouth. He was still looking at me like something unique and I hated it.
I took a piece and fed it to him. "Now you mind telling me why you're here?" I asked as I took the second piece to my mouth. For some unknown reason I was still afraid of him but after his maybe generous deed I was softened. What I felt last week was different.
"I wanted to see you since you haven't been to school lately",he replied. His face had this weird look in his eyes.
"Do you know why I haven't been to school?",I asked as I put down the fork in my hand.
"No you mind telling me…?"he asked with his face now looking sinister . He had this weird smirk on his face as he peacefully rested his head on his hands while he had his elbows on the table.
"You…!!You", I stuttered in anger. I felt frustrated looking at how cool he was about this whole situation.
"I'm not gonna be some teacher's pet, understand…?" I finally said.
The smirk looked even more sinister now as he looked like he was plotting something ,"Why not…?"
"I'm not some orphan,or weak poor woman that needs protection. I'm fine." I stood my ground.
"Are you ..?" With that the look on his face hardened. His smirk was fine and back to the cold demeanor that he kept in class.
"Yes",I said, losing my calmness . If he did not quit I was surely gonna cry. I was not a cry baby but something about him scared me. This guy was surely a sadist and I was supposed to be his little masochist plaything.
"I'm not a masochist",I added
" Are you?"
"Yess I'm not"
"You sure?"
"Could you stop it with your two word sentences, they're annoying!", I shouted at him.
With that said silence enveloped the room as we both stood in silence.
"You know I don't like that right?",he said as he stood up. It felt like it was gonna turn into what happened on Friday.
"What are you gonna do about it…?" I asked . I strangely wanted to kill myself at that moment . Who in the hell part of the world provokes a psychopathic sadist?
"I'm not really a sadist. I just like it if you do as I want. It gives peace of mind . He said coming in closer to me. I wanted to stand up and leave immediately but I could not . The only thing I could do was sit and listen to him .
"I'm supposed to mindlessly do as you want…?",I asked as the tears started swelling in my eyes. I felt his breath hit my hair as he stared directly at me .
"No",he replied as he placed his hand on my chin slowly raising my head to look at him . He slowly caressed my cheeks as he wiped away my tears.
"I'm not for the red room…"
" I know",he interrupted me. He continued saying," I just want you to be my sub ,no red room,just my sub"