"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 me. His face was all smiles, but I felt a chill run up my spine as a huge knot formed in the pit of my stomach.
It was the first time in my life that someone smiled at me while telling me that they wouldn’t forgive me.
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 me 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 some time after Hayden left last night but I didn’t remember when or what I was doing before I fell asleep. The exhaustion of the very long night must have taken over me.
So many things happened between the time Hayden took me 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 me, at least. I pretended to be Josh’s girlfriend as requested by Hayden. Josh tried to take advantage of me and then Hayden saved me.
He punished me and I ran away, and he saved me again. Too many things happened, and it was too much for me to take in. I moved my left arm and the clinking of metal rubbing against metal reminded me that I was still handcuffed to the bed.
Oh right, Hayden did this too...
Now what? My mind asked the same question that it had been asking more and more often since I came 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 me he went out and left me here like this?
"Hmm...you seemed 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 mentally 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 me...for a bit?" I asked, sweetly.
"Why?" Hayden asked.
"I need to grab something..." I replied.
I mean, give me 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 times, you just had to act all nice and helpful now...
"It’s something a little private so..." I replied, hoping that he would just do as he’s told.
"Listen, if you don’t tell me what and where it is, I can’t get it for you. Is it in your room?" Hayden said as his eyes narrowed at me suspiciously.
I had started to really wonder if he would uncuff me 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...