Crazy

22: Trust

"Night." He said before leaving the room.

I think he realized it too.

Things were changing between us, he wasn't acting the same way because he found out that I did nothing wrong...but he's acting as if he isn't bothered by my company.

To think that over three months ago I was scared of this man and now I was laughing and thanking him. What the actual hell?

I laid down and looked at the ceiling. The paint was chipping. Falling apart. Just like I was. Now I don't feel as horrible as I used to. I do have this horrible pain in my chest when I think of my father. But...I don't hate being alive anymore.

This place is growing on me.

I'm learning to live here until either he kills me or let's me go. With the way things have been going lately I hope it's the latter.

Then for the first time, I fell asleep without having to do my routine.

It was good. It felt good.

"Get up." That was the first thing I heard when I woke up.

"What's going on?" I rubbed my eyes. I just slept the most I ever have in this place.

"I'm moving you." My eyes snapped open abruptly when he said that.

"What?" My mouth was slightly agape.

"You heard me, now get up." I couldn't move did he really say that?

"Why?" Why the fûck was I questioning him is a better question.

"Do you prefer to stay here?" I shook my head vigorously.

"I just--you trust me?" His head snapped to mine. The look in his eyes betrayed nothing. He was hiding his emotions.

"No. I've never trusted a single person in my life. I don't trust you." Well, add that to the list of issues he has. I pulled the blanket off of me and stood up, stretching my arms.

"Then how do you know I won't run away?" My head tilted to the side as I watched his reaction.

"I have cameras installed everywhere--"

"So?"

"I'll know if you try to escape. If you do, I'll kill your father. And trust me I already have enough reason to do so. You'd just be the cherry on top." His eyes narrowed at me in annoyance but what caught my attention was the slow drag of his tongue over his bottom lip as he finished speaking.

Has he always had a tendency to lick his lips or is this new?

"You leave. He dies." His threat broke through my unnecessary thoughts. And here I thought this guy was human. Instead he is still the monster that he was four months ago. Continuously promising to cause pain. Does he not get tired from his constant spew of threats?

Nonetheless, he knows exactly how to get me to behave. I hate him for it.

"Understood." I told him focusing my gaze on the ground.

He led me to my new room. I didn't even look around I just sat down on the bed and tried to calm myself down for hours. I didn't want to shed anymore tears. He pissed me off and frustrated the hell out of me but I refuse to let anymore tears fall because of him.

Crying doesn't solve anything, it just makes me weaker in his eyes.

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I kind of want to rewrite this chapter in his POV. ;) should I ?

P.S.
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