"Oh…I almost forgot. There’s really no need for you to apologize…I wouldn’t forgive you for any of this anyways," Hayden said as he smiled sweetly at . His face was all smiles, but I felt a chill run up my spine as a huge knot ford in the pit of my stomach.
It was the first ti in my life that soone smiled at
while telling
that they wouldn’t forgive .
I watched as Hayden headed for the door.
"Hayden! Wait!" I called after him, screaming as loud as I could.
Hayden closed the bedroom door behind him as he left, and I heard a clicking sound as the door locked.
Did he just lock
up in here? He can’t be serious…
…
The first thing I felt when I woke up was the aching pain in probably all muscles in my body. I must have fallen asleep so ti after Hayden left last night but I didn’t rember when or what I was doing before I fell asleep. The exhaustion of the very long night must have taken over .
So many things happened between the ti Hayden took
out for a makeover and us coming back here after our tumble down the hill. Only a night had passed but it felt like a month to , at least. I pretended to be Josh’s girlfriend as requested by Hayden. Josh tried to take advantage of
and then Hayden saved .
He punished
and I ran away, and he saved
again. Too many things happened, and it was too much for
to take in. I moved my left arm and the clinking of tal rubbing against tal reminded
that I was still handcuffed to the bed.
Oh right, Hayden did this too…
Now what? My mind asked the sa question that it had been asking more and more often since I ca in contact with this mafia gang and Hayden. Now…what?
I took in a deep breath and shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Hayden! Hayden!"
I wasn’t calling for him because I particularly wanted to see him, but I knew him well enough now to know that he’s probably the only one with the keys to my handcuffs.
Where is he? Don’t tell
he went out and left
here like this?
How am I going to survive being chained to the bed like this?
This is pissing
off more and more. Why is Hayden?
I kept calling his na because there was nothing else that I could do. The handcuff that tied
to the bed did not allow
to move around much. I couldn’t reach anything at all, and I had no idea where any of my stuff, including my phone, was anymore.
"Hayden!!!" I scread.
I heeded well to Hayden’s advice, struggling won’t help
and it’ll only hurt. That was so true. The handcuff hurts if I pull on my arm too much. The steel would rub against the skin of my wrist. I focused on screaming his na without moving my body.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door unlocking and then it opened. Hayden walked in, shirtless and in only his jeans. Since I was using his bed, I wondered where he slept. When that thought entered my head, I banished it out imdiately. I didn’t need to know.
"Good morning, Malissa," Hayden said sounding ultra-polite.
I would have appreciated his politeness if I wasn’t handcuffed to the bed like so slave.
"Uncuff …" I stated my demand upfront.
"Why?" He asked, blinking blankly at .
"What do you an…why?" I asked in shock.
Why? Because I’m not supposed to spend the rest of my life chained here! I wanted to scream. I wanted to strangle him.
"Why…do you want to be uncuffed?" Hayden asked, as if he truly didn’t understand what I ant.
"Hayden…I’m not going to run away. Please remove this..." I pleaded.
"Let
see…" Hayden said as he walked over the bed’s headboard where my left hand was chained to it.
He bent down and closely examined my wrist. I followed his gaze in wonder, not truly understanding what he was looking at.
"Hmm…you seed to have behaved well last night. No signs of struggling…the skin on your left hand and wrist are fine…" Hayden said observantly as his eyes squinted at the skin of my wrist.
"So…what?" I asked, not quite following.
"Well, I’ll explain later…" Hayden said with a sweet smile before he plopped himself down on the chair next to the bed.
I felt like a ntally ill patient in an asylum that needed to be handcuffed to the bed and Hayden was my precious visitor this morning. It’s been hours since I’ve been on this bed and…I haven’t been to the toilet since…I don’t know when…
"Hayden…could you uncuff …for a bit?" I asked, sweetly.
"Why?" Hayden asked.
"I need to grab sothing…" I replied.
I an, give
a break, how am I supposed to tell him that I need to pee? It would be so embarrassing; I’ll probably die on the spot.
"What do you need? I’ll get it for you," Hayden offered.
My eyes widened, surprised at his generous offer. Seriously, of all the tis, you just had to act all nice and helpful now…
"It’s sothing a little private so…" I replied, hoping that he would just do as he’s told.
"Listen, if you don’t tell
what and where it is, I can’t get it for you. Is it in your room?" Hayden said as his eyes narrowed at
suspiciously.
I had started to really wonder if he would uncuff
first or if I would wet his bed first. If I had to bet, the latter would probably happen first…
"No…it’s…not like that…" I said hesitantly, not knowing how to explain it to him. I had a feeling that this was going to end in disaster.
"Then what is it like?" Hayden asked, sounding curious and confused.
--To be continued…
Reviews
All reviews (0)