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Chapter Treinta y uno (31)

"I should call France. He is my best chance... But, what if he's angry?" You mumble, sinking even deeper into the water.
You raise up your head, looking up at the ceiling. "Did I fuck up again?"

"Goddammit!! I always ruin everything, I hate this." Your hands run through your hair before slamming down your head into the water, letting out a drowned scream. A second later you rise up again, "what if he actually isn't angry? But disappointed?"

"Hmm... It's worth a shot." You slam your fist against your palm in pride, "yeah! It's definitely worth it. If not, I have to deal with the consequences."

You get out of the bathtub, wrapping by yourselve in a towel. With a confident smile, you walk out to the bedroom, to pick out your clothes.
As soon as you step out, you notice there's something on the bed.

"Of fucking course he picked my clothes!" You curse under you breath, face palming at the very expectable action.

A vanilla white dress with silky smooth fabric, accompanied with a polished golden necklace, a crimson red gem in the center. It lied next to a pair of white ankle strap heels decorated with sparkles.
It look beautiful, but you weren't sure it was going to look good on you.

"Damn, heels again." You said, your traveling down the dress enjoying its softness.

"Would it be bad if I actually do get with him? If I manage to change him?" You remain in silence. "Nah, let's be real, he's a bitch and will always be that way." You laugh to yourself, those stupid thoughts with false hope really are the worst.
After debating yourself wether to wear the clothey or not, you lost, you wore it.

As you stood in front of the mirror, you never looked down at the dress. It felt both comfortable and pretty, you felt good. For an instant.

(Y/n)'s POV

"Okay... Why something so casual? This doesn't fit the style he has." I question, unable to understand. "Something is definitely not right... My spidey senses are tingling." I sit down on my bed.

He comes back again, a smile plastered in his face. Honestly, everytime he smiles a shiver runs down my spine. He can't smile :(

He walks up to me and places the tray of food next to me. With one hand he cups my cheek and caresses it. "You look so beautiful."

Bitch, what? I look like a trash can. A very awesome one, but still.

"Thanks." I say, a faint smile appears on my face caused by my thoughts.

Naz puts down his hand, "I made you (f/f)" he says, proud of his masterpiece. I look down and man, it has a very beautiful presentation. Even if it's a very complex/simple food, he makes it look fancy. He shall teach me his ways, because my dishes look like dog shit.

'No (Y/n)!  Don't fall for his act! You must ESCAPE.'  Inner me slaps me mentally.

'Ah shit, that's true. Forgot about that...'

"Thank you" I smile at him, I was about to take my plate when he grabs my hands.

"Let me feed you."

"Huh?" I raise my eyebrow and stare at him. "Why would you even do that?"

He raises spoon/fork/the food ready to give it to me. "I want us to engage on more romantic activities. Earlier you refused to be intimate with-"

My hands land on his shoulder. "Listen Naz, we may have left each other on bad terms and you may want to gain my trust, but please... For fuck's sake, stop talking like that. My brain does not like you being so different." We look into each other's eye, never breaking contact.

"Ah, I thought I had to be like this far longer" He removes my hands and holds them carefully "oh liebling~ you don't know how much I missed you."

'thank god, he's not a gentleman anymore... I may fucked up once more but my brain is at peace for now.'

"Yeah, yeah sure. So, what's up with the dress?" I touch the soft fabric of the dress. "It's comfortable, but what's the catch Naz?"

His lips twist upwards, "It's a gift from me. Part one at least, because I want us to live together-"

"Aren't we doing that already?"

"Don't interrupt me ever again, and I know that. But everyone knows I live here, I want us to be alone. Together." He pulls my hands close to his chest "no one will bother us there. We can live in peace until death do us apart."

Those words made me cringe mentally, I quickly let go of it and said, "Understood. But is there a garden?"

"Oh, absolutely. I know you love them liebling." He kisses my hand.

" 'Kay bud, you got me. When we goin'?"  I smile, I still want to escape but hey, I gotta gain as much time and trust as possible. But I must remember to not stray away from my main goal.

"That's on you. I'll see if you deserve it." He kisses my forehead and pats my head. A soft smile lies on his face as he looks at me.

Deserve it? Do I look like some stupid ass child?? Bitch, I deserve much better things- ... Wait- I deserve to go to jail, I've committed small crimes such as arson, aggravated assault and  attempted murder. I shall not say how many I've done of each. But Kyle ain't happy 'bout it, he knows I escaped charges by a thin hair. Eh, anyways, I deserve much better. uwu

Silence engulf of us, my leg bounces with every passing second. He decides to speak "I still want to feed you. You haven't eaten nothing!"

"I can do it myself."

"No, you WILL let me do it because you NEED to. There's no choice."

"How do I get a divorce if I ain't married yet?"

"Haha, so funny liebling. So funny." His brows furrow. He holds my food, ready to shove it up my mouth. "Now eat."

I sigh in defeat and comply. This bitch is going to make me go commit the non-living. I have to hold onto hope as long as I can before falling into despair.

France still has to rescue me... If he even wants to.

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Published: Spooktober 30, 2020

A/n: I'm taking long breaks bcuz guess who gets overwhelmed easily? :) IT ME :D