2 Pancake

The door of the room opens and Bryne walks in holding a tray, my nose picks the sweet smell of pan cakes and my belly rumbles in impatience and hunger.

He drops the tray on the table and goes to the door. He inserts the key and turns it to lock before pulling it out and placing it inside the pocket of the dark blue pant he's wearing.

For some reason I'm not scared a bit by his actions, I know Bryne like the back of my palm, he can't do anything to hurt me, or so I think.

I shriek when I feel his tough hands lift me up and carry me to the bed. The anger I feel is starting to get dissolved by this singular act. This is the reason I don't trust myself around him, one moment I'm acting all furious at him and the next I'm practically melting under his touch.

He drops me on the bed and I feel my face starting to squeeze into a frown at the loss of contact but I quickly adjust my facial expression and keep my face neutral.

"Would you mind if I feed you or you'll eat on your own" his low husky sounds beside me and I feel a flow of electricity cascade down my spine.

"I'm not eating your food" That's the opposite of what I want. I can't show him that he's my weakness. After we broke up, I promised myself I wasn't going back to him again. This is the same cycle that happens between us, breaking up and getting back together, and I don't want it to keep happening, I don't believe how people who love themselves so much can hurt themselves this way.

"You're eating it" he says sternly and I roll my eyes. Same old bossy Bryne.

He walks to the table and picks up a knife and begins to cut the rope around my wrist.

My eyes wanders to the pan cake and I lick my lips slowly, I feel the hunger in the pits of my belly like I'm going to die if I don't have a taste of food in the next minute. I can't believe I'm drooling over his food.

He cuts the rope off and I massage my wrist that is already red from the pressure of the rope. He places the tray on my laps and sits beside me, watching me keenly.

I take a bite into the pan cake and I groan. So much for not tasting anything for two days. My eyes shoots up to his and I see the corner of his mouth tug into a smile at my action. I snicker and take more bites of this deliciously made pan cakes. I won't argue with anyone if he wins a pancake cooking contest because he makes the best ones. I dip my finger into the maple syrup and lick it, so much for drooling. I hurriedly finish the food and drown it with a glass of milk.

I look up at him and his eyes are still watching me. "Thanks" I mumble courteously. He just nods and continue staring at me. I shift uncomfortably as his eyes keep burning into me. I clear my throat and he quickly recollects himself.

"Can you please untie my feet" I say.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm kidnapping you Bailey. I just really need to make you understand things so can we please just talk things out like adults?"

"Well you drugged me and brought me to God knows where without my consent, you tied my hands and feet and you're saying you don't want me to feel I'm being kidnapped, tell that to the cops". I hiss.

"I know you're mad at me, I'm sorry for bringing you here, this is my house, you should at least feel safe here" I snort at what he says. I look around the room again in surprise that he owns this place. I look back at him and he nods.

"I took over one of my dad's business, the estate management company precisely" he closes his eye and lets out a breath. I know he's always touchy whenever he talks about his dad, he hasn't still fully gotten over his dad's death. Talking about his dad reminds me of mine. That's one of the similarities we have, both our fathers' are dead. I close my eyes and try to clear away the thought of my dad. Now is not the best time to cry.

I think he notices my change of mood because he scoots closer to me and places his hands on my thigh. I want to push his hands away but I'm not even in the mood to reject him.

"Bailey I love you, I'm sorry, I don't want to lose you, please" His blinks his eyes twice and his long eyelashes dance to the movement of his lids. If we were still together, I'd kiss his eyes right now.

"I" I start to say but he cuts me off

"These four months have been the longest time we've stayed apart since we started dating, it has been the worst four months of my life"

I want to stop him from talking, the proximity between us is taking control of my senses.

"First of all I'm sorry for kissing Bella."

"Just stop it okay, you made me feel like you didn't need me Bryne, you broke up with me because I wanted to go into acting. I thought you were joking but you even gave me an ultimatum to choose between being an actress or our relationship. I still don't get this whole charade you're putting up or do you want to deny that you dated Bella" It feels so good screaming at him for what he did. I remove his hands from my laps. Finally unemotional Bailey is back.

"You got it all wrong, I never dated Bella" he runs a hand through his hair, an action he does whenever he's trying to control himself or when he's nervous but right now I don't know why he does that.

"I'll just pretend I don't know you're lying but why? Why did you want to be so damn controlling, why didn't you want me to work or even pursue any of my acting dreams, why did you do all of what you did even when I tried to make you understand my point, I even begged you but no it must always be what you want" My breathing becomes quicker, something that happens only when I'm so infuriated.

"I didn't–"

"Do you know how much you hurt me" I cut him off rudely. "Do you know how I felt after that, you kissed her right before me, did you know how humiliating that was"

"I'm sorry. I was just jealous. I thought you and Cole" this is the first time I'm seeing him look so humble but that's not making me get weak.

"Oh don't bring Cole here. You made me go to him, I went to him because I was trying to get over you" Oh no! I just said it. I mentally smack myself for spilling that out, he is not supposed to know why I went to Cole.

"I'm sorry okay. I know how much it hurt you but you know how bad I felt when you refused to quit acting"

"There you go again" I angrily pull at my hair. if we keep this conversation going, I think I'll go bald.

"How long do you plan on keeping me here" I can't stand talking about that again.

"I don't know, as long as it'll take for us to come back together" he stands up and carries the tray.

"You may just have to keep me for life here"

He walks to the door and leaves. I think he is tired of having this conversation with me.