Forced Addiction (COMPLETE)

Haze

I looked at the laptop, it had been almost three hours and the water was freezing.

"I'm up!" I said louder and he sighed, the knocking done.

I wiped the sweat from my face, hugging my knees to my chest as confusion coated me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." I blinked with heavy eyes.

"Do you need anything right now?"

"Towel please." I looked around, grateful nothing went wrong with the candles or the bath.

I blew out all the candles, beginning to drain the water.

"Where do I put it?" He asked.

"Come in." I said and hugged my legs to my chest as he opened the door, keeping his head down, setting the towel right where I was before he got out.

I stood, drying myself.

I slept fucking hard.

And I broke three nails.

Damnit.

I wrapped the towel around me and went to my room.

I pulled on a loose T and pajama shorts.

I walked out and to my kitchen where he was cooking.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Feeding you."

He wasn't happy. But he was calm.

"Thanks for waking me up." I tried.

He shook his head.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep. I was so tired." I whispered.

I was pruny and cold. My hands and feet were so wrinkly.

"Let's not do that again please." He murmured.

"Okay. I'm sorry." I said.

"You're fine, sit." He said and I sat at my island.

He handed me a bowl of tortellini and pesto and a glass of water.

"After this, you have a nail appointment." He told me.

I kept my head low but looking at him, he looked stressed out.

"O-okay." I nodded.

"Eat." He said and I did.

"I want the whole glass of water gone too." He instructed.

I nodded.

It was only 3:30 pm.

It felt like it could be 2 am.

I was in such a weird haze.

After I finished the food and glass he filled the glass halfway more and gave it to me.

I drank it.

"You need water today. There was salt in that water and you're so cold." He grabbed my wrist, looking at my palm.

"I have to change." I mumbled.

He hummed and let me go to my room.

Just a hoodie and sweatpants.

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Getting there was silence, but once I was there the girl who did mine last time was happy to see me.

Maybe because she got money from Zion. Couldn't be sure.

She gave me a hand and wrist massage with a really nice lotion when my nails were done.

Then we paid and left.

He held out his hand and I placed my finger tips against his palm as he looked.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Mmhm. Do you need anything before I drop you off?" He asked.

"No."

And when I got back, I crashed, falling asleep on my bed.