Murder Yours Truly

Starve

    He let me go slowly even though I didn't think he wanted to at all. Who am I to stop him? "Come on. It's been a few days since your arrival, and you haven't eaten much since then." He turned to the table, and I followed him there. "Take a seat," he went into the kitchen and disappeared. I followed his instructions without hesitation. One mistake and my question; "who is the real Alex," might be answered. "Do you have any allergies?" He called to me, but his voice still sounded quiet. "No," I responded nervously, "I used to have little ones, but they went away when I was young." He didn't respond. I knew that I spoke out of turn. Mistakes.

I held my knees and stared at the tables edge in silence. Anxiety began to build.

He finally walked out of the kitchen, placing two plates on the table. "Hey," He spoke up after he sat down in front of me and saw my refusal to move. "Are you scared? Because I told you -" he stopped himself, taking in my body language. I couldn't help but shake a little. Even when he sounded more sincere than aggressive. Honestly, he sounded more worried than anything. It was strange. Something told me to be petrified since he left the kitchen. He did nothing but refute that initial reaction, telling me in every way that he was nothing to be afraid of. He sighed when I failed to look up from the table, standing from his chair and walking to me. He knelt next to my chair as my body stiffened. "I told you in the note but maybe you need to hear it," he touched my cheek and trailed his fingers around my ear, pulling hair behind it so he could see my face better, "You don't need to be afraid here. Not of me, not of anything out there. You're safe, Kate." I want to go home. My eyes started to well up. "I-I'm sorry," I said in a shaky voice.

Alex shook his head and pushed my chin down so I'd see him. He keeps doing that. Does he want me to look at him? He's so soft. His touch, his smile.. "Why..?" I asked aloud, taking his hand with mine before he released my cheek. I pressed it closer so he'd know what I was questioning him about. His smile turned to a parted expression of surprise. His shoulders flinched a bit, just like before... "Why are you so soft with me?" He stared at me, a little surprised, "Why?" He repeated, "..I see." His surprised eyes faded back into a kind gaze, "I'll tell you all I know if you eat something." He pushed the tears from my eye and stood, returning to his seat.

Apparently, one person could be an attractive, murderous psychopath; a protective, kind person; and an amazing cook all at once.

Maybe it was because I was starving, but everything was so good. Fresh, well-cooked rice, a salad on the side, and a big bowl of noodles. "Slow down, the food's not going anywhere." He said quietly, more glad that I was eating than worried about how fast I was inhaling it all. I couldn't help it. My stomach felt like needles as soon as I ate the first bite of warm meat and noodles. "Sorry," I said after I gulped down my rushed mouthful. I couldn't help but grin at him. His shoulders flinched again, I nearly missed it, too. "...It's been years since I've eaten this well," I admitted. The pain of hunger wasn't anything new to me. It reminded me of home. That sickening feeling made me well up before, if I had to guess. Alex nodded, "I understand." He said quietly before looking down at his plate, his eyes hazy.