Caged Bird | ✔

Chapter Forty Four

Two days was the longest period of time William had left me alone

Prior to that, I had not known that he would be gone for so long, like every time he leaves he does not inform me, instead he just slips out and has me waiting in anticipation for him to get back

When I had woken up and I had not seen William anywhere in the house, I had not been alarmed; I had simply gone about pouring some cereal into a bowl before making my way into the music room. Wherein a spent some time before deciding this was a great opportunity for me to re-raid his room

However my attempts at discovering his room were futile and the craziest thing I had found in his closet were socks with reindeers on them

When he did not come home the first day, I had begun to grow anxious

Where was he?
I had grown so accustomed to him being around, and when he had left for more hours than normal, I was bouncing off the walls with worry.

Of course, he had left pre-made meals, and everything else that I might need in the house was available to me, as William was nothing if not thorough

Yet I was still on edge

I made spaghetti bolognaise to get my mind off things. It was the first time I had cooked in so long, that when I had held a spoon in my hand stirring the sautéed onions I had cried

Happy tears

I had forgotten what it felt like to cook. So throughout the whole process of boiling the pasta and cooking and spicing the beef mince I had the biggest smile plastered on my face.

But then after the glamour had worn off, of me cooking an entire meal on my own from scratch, - well apart from the pasta part. And after I had eaten, and washed up the dishes, - all I could think of was; I hope William didn't mind the fact that I had made food, even though there was food already in the fridge.

I tried reading a book, I tried watching a movie, I tried taking a nap, only to get up and go back to the music room. I couldn't do anything, all I could think of was; where was William?

And why hadn't he told me he would be gone for this long? Or when he would get back at least so that I could lay my heart to rest instead of anxiously walking around a big house all day, jumping at any sound I think I heard, hoping that it was him walking through the front door

On the second day when I woke up in Williams's bed noticing firstly that I had slept the whole night through without his nightmares waking me up before they did him, and then secondly that he was still not back, - it made me mad

I was mad that my captor had left, me surely that must be fucked up

I should be happy, I should be rejoicing, I should be plotting my escape, - but I couldn't because all my brain was interested in was Williams whereabouts

And so began day two of trying to distract myself long enough until he got back, so I exercised, and took the longest bath in the history of baths until my whole body had practically turned into one giant prune

Still he did not return

Where was he?

At the end of day two when I was just about as tired as I could be of worrying about him, I had lie in my bed and waited patiently for a soundless sleep to arrive, when I heard the front door open

He is back

I began to form sentences in my head which all had the same underlying message which was; where the fuck had he been for the last two days