Handcuffed

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Clare had left the room after we 'discussed' what was best for me and coming to that awesome agreement that she would leave me alone and Luke would show me a good time this summer to get to know me and 'help' me.  Now, it was hours later.  Around nine o'clock to be exact according to the clock on the table besides where I was still laying.  I felt better.  Well, I felt better as in better than before.  My body still felt as if it were on fire but since I was able to take that pill at seven, it calmed the flames and even now, they were still settled within me. 

 But that didn't mean it helped with the urge for drugs. 

The more time that was passing now as I laid there and he sat in that chair, the more glances I stole towards Luke.  Because with every minute that seemed to pass, I could see his eyes were getting much heavier.  They couldn't even stay fully focused on me.  Probably because my beauty blinded him.  I wished anyway.  I felt like shit and looked like it.  But I really couldn't care.  All that my mind could focus on was the pain that I could feel buried deep in me. 

"You look tired," I pointed out which was a huge understatement. 

He blinked a few times, lifting his head from where it was dipped slightly near the floor.  He slowly was able to find my eyes and he snorted at my words.  "Does that mean I should go to sleep?" he asked, knowing what I was up to.

Laying on my back, my head tilted in his direction, I lifted my shoulder in an attempt of a shrug.  "I'm just saying, you can't stay awake forever just to watch me.  I'm not trying to trick you.  I will be loyal to our deal," I said, unable to stop my words.  I couldn't even smoothly lead him into believing that.  It was obvious I was trying just to get him to leave.  Yet, for some strange reason, I was unable to put much effort behind fooling him.

"Oh really?" He crossed his arms, slightly amused.

"Yeah.  You said you would keep Clare and I from being together privately.  But now, you did better than that.  You are keeping us apart all together.  Plus, you kept me out of jail and any community service I needed to do.  You are keeping an eye on me during my withdrawal instead of resulting to handcuffs.  You said you are going to show me a fun time this summer.  And though you think I'm just imagining those things about Clare, you at least don't accuse me of purposely saying it just for attention like everyone else.  The least I can do is honor the deal that I won't cause trouble by trying to runaway again."

Yeah, don't kid yourself.  Though it was true that he was doing all those things, it's not like I would ever show my appreciation.  I'm just trying to get him to buy my words. 

His face remained blank.  There was a second of silence and I knew he was thinking over my words.  "How did you say it earlier?  Bull-fucking-shit?"

I groaned.  "Go to bed!  I'm not going to runaway." I was getting slightly impatient.  Couldn't he just leave and give me my chance to escape already?  I knew it was a lost cause. But I would try anything now that I was desperate.  Even just for the chance to try.

Sympathy crossed his face.  "Do you think I'm stupid or did you forget that I know what you are experiencing and what your thought process is while going through this?"

I internally slapped myself.  Of course, he knew without a doubt what I was up to.  He went through what I was going through.  Like he said, he knows I will get obsessed with trying to get away.  "I was hoping for the first one but I'll be honest and say I forgot." I said. 

"You were right about one thing." He said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he slightly stretched from where he was sitting.  "I can't watch you constantly, day and night, without getting sleep myself."