Stockholm (Bryson Tiller)

2• Incomplete

"College. You hated it and everyone there. I did a couple of classes. Since you enrolled I've been watching you."

"I am in college..." I recollected some of my memory.

"Not anymore." He smiled shyly. "We had to get away from that place."

"We? There is no we. I don't know you for there to be a we!" I hissed. "You kidnapped me! Where am I?"

"Can't trust you with that information right now. You hungry? Come on, let's eat." He held his hand out.

"Why would I trust you?" I didn't even take a sip of orange juice.

"Because your life is in my hands."

"No it's not!"

"I'm letting you breathe right? Exactly, you've been knocked for two days. You need to eat. When you come to your senses, I'll be in the kitchen." He got up and left the room.

•

After what felt like 30 minutes I crept out the bedroom and joined Bryson in the kitchen. He was rapping a song and cutting cilantro. I sat down at the dinning room table and watched him until he noticed me.

"You want spaghetti?" He asked. "Breakfast for dinner?"

"Dinner? What time is it?" I looked around for a clock.

"7:32."

"Oh..."

"I'm guessing you want breakfast-"

"What do you know about me?" I interrupted him.

He grabbed the pancake mix out the pantry. "A couple of things. Not too much."

"Tell me what you do know."

"Your favorite color is grey, you're 18, and you're the lowkey kind."

"Is that why this apartment is so dull and grey?"

"Not really. It's just a coincidence. You like it?"

I shrugged. "It's pretty...nice aesthetic."

He cracked a smile and grabbed butter from the fridge. "I knew you'd love it."

"Why'd you kidnap me?" Such a weird question to ask.

He stopped and turned to look at me and sat down next to me at the island. I stared at his lips and beard. He's extremely attractive so why?

"I hate rejection." His eyes burned into my soul. "Every girl has rejected me. I made sure you weren't one of them so I chloroformed you. You did put up a fight. You're strong and that's one of the things I love about you."

He caressed my cheek and I slapped his hand away.

"I know you're upset." Bryson said softly. "But it'll be alright. Okay? I've waited on you for sooo long."

I covered my face and took a deep breath. This shit is really happening. He rubbed my thigh and I kept swatting his hand away.

"Stop touching me!!!" I screamed as hot tears ran down my face. "I don't know you! I just want to go back to the campus! The dorm! Home!"

"Taylor this is home. Don't cry." He wiped my tears away with the back of his hand. "Maybe if you behave we can visit but you're my responsibility. I control everything you do, where you go, everything. Prove to me that you can take care of yourself. Until then, I own you."

I clenched my fist and scowled at him.

"Go back to your room and calm down I'll call you when your dinner is ready."