Part 1: The Problem
He hurriedly came down the long twisted sets of stairs that came from the third floor of the house to the first. He grew suddenly nervous as he heard another call for him grow more and more agitated the longer he took. He couldn't help it. He was in the opposite side of the huge house. He would much prefer to live somewhere else but, since she has control of the money, he hasn't a choice. Also, no one else could take care of him like she could...sure he was handsome to boot but, he needed someone to take care of him. Or so he had been told over and over and over...
Sweeetieee... she cooed, trying to act sweet but he could tell that on the inside was a terrible Medusa.
Y-yes Dear. I'm sorry it took so long, I was on the- he was suddenly cut off by her slightly irritated voice.
Yea yea, Any how...could you grab my luggage sweetie? I'm going away for the weekend with some of the girls. You don't mind do you? Oh! You're the greatest boyfriend ever! she leaned over from the counter where she was filing her nails and hugged him tightly. Now, I need you to drive me to the airport and help me get my tickets all situated. You know I don't know how to do that! Oh you're so sweet! she hugged him again tightly and smiled, hopping off the stool and heading for the door.
Alright....d-do you mind if I go to my room real quick... I need to-. suddenly he watched her face twist into a devastated look.
She blinked and stood there in the fashion of 'how dare you.' She pushed her lower lip out and made sure her upper body was limp and pathetic looking, ... D-do you not care for me any more? Are you cheating on me or something. I-I give you everything....d-d-don't you... she held her chest as if she were hurt.
He shook his head and replied, ...N-never mind, it can wait for you dear. he smiled and walked over and picked up her very expensive luggage. He tilted it and extended the handle, pressing a button and entering a code. He walked to the door, the luggage following him, watched the door open of it's own free will Next he started down the long hall towards the actual front door. This hall way was just for looks, it was truly unnecessary.
Oh, I knew you loved me and only me! She hopped on his back in an attempt to hug him tightly but wound up just getting a piggy back ride to the front door. She hopped off and adjusted her really skirt. It was kind of short....really short. And her high heels...were really high. She then looked over to him and gasped, Sweetheart. What ARE you wearing?! she was terrified and it scared the living daylights out of him. He jumped and pulled on his shirt, he forgot he was still wearing his pajamas.
Now now, you can't go out with me like that....lets get you dressed. she nodded and turned, walking back towards the door, practically dragging him by the sleeve of his shoulder.
He couldn't help but ask, very quietly as he knew it was a very daring question to even attempt to ask her, .. Sweetheart, Isn't your skirt a little...short? There was an immediate stop, she turned on her heels and looked to him.
...Are you telling me I shouldn't wear this? Are you bossing me around?! How dare you! she slapped him hard across the face. She huffed a couple of times before he saw him flinch when she pulled her hand to remove some of her black, straight hair from her mouth.
I'm... I'm sorry... his eyes averted hers and looked to the floor. He started inside the door, holding back tears. Even if he was 20 years old, he still cried at moments like this. It was stunning to him, he didn't know what else to do. He could never do anything against women...ever. He was too soft, at least that's what she would tell him.
She suddenly snapped out of it and gasped, oh...oh, oh now, Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry. she hugged him once she caught up with him and nuzzled into his stomach. I'm sorry.. I'm just really stressed from work..that's why I'm going on this little vacation.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean it.. Could you forgive me? she tilted her head cutely with some tears in her eyes. She sniffled and bit her lower lip. He was totally defenseless.
He nodded and smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes, I know honey, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have asked that question... I can't change who you are. he patted her on the head with a smile and continued his trek to his room.
She smiled up at him and rolled her eyes as he was soon out of site. She pulled her tiny cellphone from her pocket and stuck it in her ear, Call Speed #44 She went back to the counter and began to file her nails as she talked crap about her boyfriend.
He slowly moved up the stairs, tired from the long journey's from one side of the house to the other and decided it was probably better to just get dressed without making her wait any longer. He slid on designer clothes, thats all she'd let him wear. Even his underwear was expensive. He sighed, dissatisfied with the way he looked and headed over to his computer. He had a message.
Open new message. he commanded the computer and it did so. The voice read,
Hey you! I was hoping we'd be able to get together today. I just finished that book you lent me and I really want to hang out with you and talk about it. Please, message me back! Kthxbai!
End of messages. the computer responded as the girls voice ended and a tone came through the speakers. He couldn't help but smile to himself, Thank you computer, Tell her that we can meet at ShootingStar Cafe....17:00. Thanks again. The computer made a couple of noises and said, Message Sent. With a satisfied smile on his face he hurridly scattered to the door only to see her standing there in front of him.
.. You're not actually going to meet up with her right? she stared at him in disbelief. I mean, you're not really going to hang out with her.... she grew jealous. It was written all over her slutty little face.
He smiled and said, We're only friends...we're just going to... I mean you'll be with your friends... aren't I allow-
NO, No you're not. Shes a GIRL. You can't hang out with other GIRLS?! she looked up to him with a furious look, deathly almost. You cannot see her. I forbid it! she stomped her stilleto foot on the ground and it made an eerie echo in the huge house.
He blinked and looked down, O-okay. I'll cancel it when I get bac-
NO! You will cancel it now. she grabbed him by the chest of the shirt and dragged him to the computer, Make it work and tell her you can't.
He nodded and said, Computer, please send another reply to message #345-09. Tell her I can't make it...something came up. the computer made complying messages and said, Message Sent.
He looked over to her and she smiled, Thank you Dearie. Now that you're all cleaned up, lets go! she smiled and slowly turned, walking towards the door once again.
He nodded and looked to the floor,...I'm sorry... he whispered and closed his door, following her to the door. They finally made it to the car after many other trips back to the house to get other miscellaneous items that she forgot. He was getting tired, and very hungry from all the moving around. It was almost 16:00 already.
He settled into the drivers seat after directing her suit case to the trunk, when she stared at him. He then looked up to her and cowered, slowly getting out and settling in the passenger seat. The seat then grabbed his body and strapped it with a custom seatbelt. It adjusted according to his size and height so he sat comfortably. The same process went for her as she gripped the wheel and said, Reverse. The car buzzed and slowly propelled backwards. She titled the wheel in the direction desired and it complied. Forward...we're going to Fort Garrison Airport. Go. the car grabbed the steering wheel and set it to autopilot.
He looked to her puzzled and said, ... Why don't you just drive there... It's...simpler and it takes up a lot less energy... she looked to him again with her, 'how dare you face.'
.. Are you trying to tell me what to do again? What is it with you? It's like I can't do anything any more the way I like it. I support you, I put the roof over your head. I Love you! I am just, not enough for you am I? AM I?! She was practically leaning over him, her hands at his throat...
He felt tears stream down his face. He tried to cower in the corner that just wasn't far enough away from her. He felt the pain of her newly filed nails in his neck. She'd never done this before...she had never been this violent. He felt a bubble in his throat and his eyes were tired. L-Let go of me.. he squeaked out, trying to retaliate. Trying to get it through to her that she was hurting him. It hurt a lot... It.. Hurts.
She slowly let go of her grip on him and looked to the stopped car. They were there. There was people looking in the car. They were staring at her like she was a monster. She just brushed it off and said, Get my Luggage.
He coughed and blushed, looking to the people as the slowly stopped staring and moved on. He rubbed his neck hating the feeling of her nails in his skin. It wasn't going away. He said softly, Release...please. the car complied and let go of him. He climbed out of the car and opened the trunk, picked up the suit case and set the code again.
He wouldn't speak, but she didn't seem to take notice. She just yapped and yapped on and on about stuff he didn't even care about. Once she finally did notice she sighed, ugh, you're not still upset about what happened in the car are you? I'm sorry... here we go again, fake sob story. I... I promise...after this I won't do it to you any more. I promise I wont ...get violent any more. It's just stress... I love you okay. I don't mean to hurt you.. she smiled and to anyone else, they would have believed it. He nodded and smiled, bending over to give her a kiss and a hug. She smiled and reprogrammed the suit case to follow her to security. Bye bye! I'll see you in one week! she waved ecstatically and headed to the gate.
He sighed, ... she lied. She said she was only going to be gone for the weekend... He could see her underwear...that skirt was much too short.