30. THIRTY
THIRTY
We’ve been watching some stupid horror movie about a boy and his friends being murdered in Texas for nearly two hours, as if I could care at all about who lives or dies in some schlocky C-grade production.
Finn loves it, however, clinging to my body each time something even mildly frightening happens. He’s not as slick as he thinks, pressing his cheek against my chest so obviously. When the credits finally start rolling I feel so happy I almost forget about my current situation.
“You hungry?” Thick fingers snake inside the waistband of my pants, resting against bare skin. He’s such a curious blend of sheepish and bold all at the same time. “Or tired? I… I-I don’t really know how to… entertain you.”
“I’m not a pet. I can… entertain myself.”
“I know, I know!” His face twists with worry. “I didn’t mean it that way. J-Just… You can’t… walk.”
“And who’s fault is that?” I snap, despite the fact he’s posted up in my arms like we’re madly in love. I’m right, though. Who’s fault is it? Because it sure as hell isn’t mine.
Finn swallows hard, face twisting into the saddest frown ever. “D-Duncan…”
“Fuck—sorry…” Should I be sorry? No, not really. But I am. It’s so easy to build up my anger and hatred towards Finn in my head, but one sad expression is all it takes for that to disappear entirely. How can I be so damn weak? “Yeah, okay. I’m… kinda hungry.”
I’m really not. But if I ever plan on getting out of here, I need some form of strength. Maybe. I don’t know. How the hell would that work? No amount of food is gonna magically make me capable of crawling out of here with broken unhealed legs.
“Wait,” Finn sits up properly and reaches into his pocket to pull out a little plastic baggy with a few white pills in it. “Painkiller. You want it?”
Of course I want the fucking painkiller. Whenever it starts wearing off I can feel my body screaming for actual medical attention. “Yes, please.”
To my horror he pops it into his mouth, beaming at me with the smuggest smirk for all but five seconds before realizing I didn’t find that very amusing. His expression drops almost instantly. “Not… N-Not good? Sorry, I—”
Slamming my lips against his, I grab his collar and force my tongue down his throat with so much force he almost does actually swallow the stupid pill. Through sheer determination it ends up in my mouth, and I gulp it down before pulling away from the kiss.
Dazed and now sporting an obvious boner, Finn stumbles to his feet and carries me over to the kitchen. He doesn’t even say anything, smiling dopily while kissing my head every minute.
Instead of setting me down on a chair he sets me down on the counter, taking a moment to admire me with a dopey grin. “You’re so cute, bunny. The cutest. Can we kiss again? P-Please?”
I hate how oddly charming it is that he asks instead of doing. Even before he acted cautiously, not just taking what he wanted… for the most part. Well, probably not, actually. What the hell am I even thinking?
As pathetic as it is, I’ve always been a sucker for a cute face. Especially coming from someone who looks at me that way. Not as if mental fortitude was ever a strength of mine, anyways.
Nodding weakly, I lean in until our lips gently touch. It’s a weirdly innocent kiss, full of more exploratory feelings rather than pure desire. At least until his tongue slips past my lips and we’re right back to making out.
Both of his hands grip the counter, so I can’t pull away even if I wanted to, but I honestly really don’t. I’d much prefer kissing, cuddling, and watching TV over being screamed at and having to sleep in a cold basement.
But how long can this last? Am I gonna do something wrong and mess it all up? Is he gonna lose feelings entirely and get rid of me? Surely not, right? Why go through all this trouble only to get bored? “Mmf,” I moan out in surprise when he grips my ass and lifts me off the counter.
We only part for a few breaths before going back in for more, and I make a point of showing him how much I really want this. When he sets me down again I almost want to grab his collar and do it all over again.
“Food, food… uh…” The fridge opens to reveal almost nothing except a jug of milk and some small items. Finn bounces on his feet, nervously tugging at his sleeve. “I need… groceries. I gotta go… get them.”
With doubt written all across his face, Finn eyes me up and down. “You won’t… You won’t do anything, right? I-I don’t wanna… the basement… Please don’t make me do that, Dunk—I mean bunny.”
“I can’t even move,” I remind him, “so I won’t be going anywhere. I promise.”
Finn blinks. “You promise? Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
He glances at the clock on the wall and sighs. “One hour. I’m gonna be gone for one hour. I’ll bring you back… something. Pizza? Is that good?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Want me to put you in front of the TV?”
Being spoken to like that makes me feel so gross. He’s treating me as though I’m some useless inanimate object who needs his help. But that’s what he wanted, isn’t it? I depend on him now, which means he won in the end.
“Please.”
Once I’m settled on the couch with a blanket and a pillow, Finn hands me the remote and stands there. It’s obvious that he really doesn’t want to leave, and I can’t blame him. But what am I gonna do? I mean, really.
My legs don’t even work right and crawling would be agonizing. Even with the painkillers there’s this constant, searing pain at every moment of the day. Does he not realize that?
“B-Bye, bunny.” Finn kisses the crown of my head and ruffles my hair. “Be good, okay? …Please?”
“I will.” Can’t just leave it at that though, can I? “Bye, Finn. Drive safe.”
You’d think he won the lottery with how bright his face gets. “Y-Yeah! I will! Bye, bye Duncan!” He hugs me for good measure, before putting on his boots and disappearing out the front door.
It’s snowing again, even harder than yesterday. What if something happens to him? No one knows I’m here. Would they come and check? How long would that take? I thought I was saying it to play the role of a loving husband, but now I really do hope he drives safely or else I might starve to death.