12

Aspen

DAY FIVE

My time was already up. So I could not stay longer that day to ask about the flowers that were in my mother’s room. The next day, I spoke to a nurse and she had no idea how the flower found its way to mom’s room and there was no record of anyone else coming to visit her except for me.

I got very scared but the nurse assured me that it must have been a mistake. She said that it happened sometimes. It was either that a person dropped the flower by mistaking the room or it was a mixed delivery. I accepted her explanation and the flower was taken away. I had been going to the hospital since then and the real truth was that one hour was simply not enough for me to do what I wanted to do.

I barely got enough time to talk to my mother and Luke had been coming around whenever he was less busy. And we would have conversations from time to time. It was so weird that I had to time myself while talking to him. Or when I'd abruptly stand that I wanted to leave immediately. Brooke was also on my neck. I hated how he watched me.

I decided to confront Killian. He had to stop with his stupid rule. I had not been seeing him as I spent most of my time locked inside my room. Whenever I stepped out to watch a movie, he would not be home.

It was morning and I knew that he would be in the dining room drinking his usual morning tea. Thankfully, he was there.

“Killian, we need to talk,” I said immediately I stormed into the dining room.

“Go on. I'm listening.”

“I need more than one hour,” I demanded sternly.

“No, you do not.” He said in a low voice and I scoffed.

“You do not get to decide how long I spend outside. Who do you even think you are?” I fumed with anger. I was not a fucking prisoner.

“The iconic Killian Davenport." He replied while smiling cruelly at me. I glared at him hard and if eyes could kill, Killian would have long dropped dead.

“There is nothing iconic about you!” I fired at him. My voice harsh.

“There is nothing fucking good ahout you. You are just a fucking heartless bastard. And I'm going to be spending more than one hour at the hospital. I already know my way and I can use a fucking taxi.” I had been practicing the route and I knew how to leave the house.

But it was going to be almost impossible because I had no money to afford a taxi. “I'm not a fucking prisoner!!” I yelled at him. It got me angry that he got to dictate my life like he wanted. What was an hour even going to do for me?

“You are not a prisoner, but you are my wife. You are officially a Davenport for the next six months, so act like one!” He warned me.

“Fuck you.” I spat at him.

“If you want my dick, all you have to do is strip and bend over the table. I might consider you and fuck you.” His reply got me more angry and my cheeks flushed red.

“It’s so better to sleep with a madman than to sleep with you. You don't even know how to treat a woman. So how can you fuck one? It's probably just as small as your mentality.” I fired at him and the corner of Killian's lips lifted in a smirk.

“Aspen, go to your room. You are distracting me.”

“I’m not going to my room until you increase the time I get to spend in the hospital. Extend the fucking hours!!” I screamed at the top of my voice and Killian suddenly looked at me. His gaze sharp.

“Since you are dying for me to do something with the time, I will. You will only leave this house, once a week and when you do, you spend just an hour in the hospital. You know what that means? You are not leaving this house today.” He stated and then drank whatever coffee was left in his cup.

I looked at Killian in shock. He had to be joking and there was no way that I was going to accept that. Once a week? That was just the height of it all. “You must be mad if you think that I'm going to sit back and watch you do this.” I hissed and Killian calmly stood up to his feet, and I watched as he called someone.

“My wife is not allowed to leave this house. Make sure she does not pass through the gates. You will take her to the hospital every Friday, and the time remains an hour.” It was when his call ended with a beep that I realised that he had just passed the new rule to Brooke.

I began to breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling. “You have to be joking.” Killian ignored me but rather made his way upstairs.

“Killian, come here!! You have to be joking!!” I screamed so loudly that anyone who saw me, would think that I had lost my mind. I was about to yell at Killian again, but he suddenly snapped at me.

“The fuck is wrong with you? You are so fucking loud and it gets on my nerves. Stop pushing me and I suggest that you keep that fucking mouth shut. Or I will resort to other means to make you do that. You will not be leaving this house. And that is final.”

His eyes said it all. He was not going to change his mind. Fuck! “No…no….kill…killian..you can't do this.”

“I already did.” He added softly and then he went upstairs. My shoulders slumped as I watched Killian walk away. I got myself into a hellhole and I was going to get myself out. By all means.