Chapter 4

Emily Warner

I heard a click noise, my eyes snapped down to look at my handcuffed hands.

“What why?” I cry out while trying to wiggle my not so slender hands out of the cuffs.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Your mind runs wild and I can’t trust it. So till the time I feel like you are a flight risk, you’ll be handcuffed.” He says with the most beautiful smile on his face, making my heart melt into a puddle.

“Now, can I tell you my spilling milk and beans theory?” I ask as I breathe out loudly like I am doing a favor on him.

“No, I can’t do this anymore. You went on about it for 5 minutes, that’s when I understood how long five minutes actually are. No offence.” He groans loudly, making my jaw fall as I take offence to each and every word.

He chuckles at my facial expression before sitting back on the couch, stretching his strong arms out. That were wrapped around me a few minutes ago as he..

Emily, snap out of it.

“It’s been ten years and I’ve never felt sorry for myself but today I actually do.” He says as he continues to chuckle and offend me as I give him my best angry look that I learnt from the movie how to train a dragon.

Emily....

I feel my conscience give up on me.

“This could have been a piece of cake if you were literally any other person on this planet but I had to get the craziest one.” He says as he opens my food container.

“Hey, you are hurting my feelings.” I complain with an involuntary pout.

“Aww, are you going to cry like a little baby?” He asks is a sweet mocking tone.

“Don’t baby-shame me. Yes, I will cry if I feel bad. There is nothing wrong with a person crying.” I defend myself and all my fellow emotional criers.

Oh my god.

Should I start a community for-

“I don’t understand how your parents ever listened to you for an entire day?”

“Ha! The joke is on you because they didn’t. They would make me write down all the thoughts and narrow it down to top ten which I used read to them before dinner.”

“Maybe we should apply that rule too.” He says as if he is actually considering that idea.

Okay, I can’t be that bad….?

“Okay you already know that I am grieving, can you cut me some slack?” I say as my mind goes back to Hank Simmons and his beautiful fiancée, making that excruciating pain return.

“Break up with your boyfriend?”

“No, worse. The guy I loved just got engaged. I thought he was into me but I was mistaken.” I tell him. It felt nice talking to someone after so long.

“I don’t understand. Why did you think he was into you?”

“Well, we used to talk for hours, literally every day, even flirt a little. And after 8 months out of nowhere he got engaged. I thought he was going to ask me out.” I tell him as I start making weird-ass groaning noises again to express my pain. I looked at his face but he seemed unfazed by my weirdness.

Okay then.

“Let me ask you a question, is this girl, his fiancée very pretty and way out of his league?” He asked me, already knowing the answer. I just slightly nodded, waiting to hear his theory.

“Well, he probably felt insecure around her, so he used you to make himself feel better. A person who was into him and practically worshipped him. Like an ego boost. And come on, do you really think a guy who likes you would wait for 8 months just to ask you out?” He asked me, making me go silent.

“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say. Till now, deep in my heart somewhere I was still under the impression that he might come back and declare his undying love.

God, I am so delusional.

“Emily, don’t worry. It’s good that you didn’t get involved. I don’t know you but I do know that with a heart like yours, you deserve a man who offers you the world. Don’t settle for crumbs.” He tells me before getting up.

“Now I am going to take a shower. Please don’t try anything. Trust me when I say you can’t escape.”

That’s when realisation struck me that there is a strange man in my house.

He kissed my neck.

He touched me.

Wait I am a hostage.

Oh my god.

I should be freaking out right now.

What is wrong with me?