I wasn't sure what to do, so I left the bathroom to stand in the diner. I felt like everyone's eyes were on me.
I looked towards the back, where Mrs. Clifton worked in the kitchen, and then outside of the window, where Theodore's car was seemingly parked. Lastly, I looked at the clock stuck on the way, and realized I only had two more minutes until he 'burned down the diner'.
I was sick to my stomach.
How does one react to something like this . . . what do they do? I gulp, my hands clammy and filled with salty moisture.
One of his men sat at the table, looking at me while a newspaper sat open in his hands. His eyes darted towards his arm where a watch was wrapped around and then to a gas can that I hadn't noticed.
"Shit," I whisper to myself. I shut my eyes momentarily, before looking back up to the clock.
Time's up.
The man from the table stood, and the doors of the car swung open.
"W-wait," with wide eyes I rush outside, my hands out, "wait! Okay!"
"Okay?" Theodore tilt his head, "okay to what?"
"I'll come with you just don't burn down the diner."
"Bruna, it wounds me that you doubt me like this," he shakes his head, placing a hand on his chest as if he was hurt, "don't worry, I forgive you. Let's go now."
He outstretches his hand, and I stare at the lunatic before me. Letting out a loud exasperated breath, I angrily stomp to the other side of the vehicle, throwing the door open and stepping in.
He gets in himself after talking to his men and mumbles some words to the driver.
"We're gonna head over to your place, pick up a few things and then we'll go home."
He places a hand on mine, and I roughly pull mines away. Theodore grabs my chin to look at him, and I clench my jaw.
"Don't frown, you're too beautiful to frown," I conjure all the spit in my mouth before throwing it onto his face.
Theodore doesn't even flinch, he just shuts his eyes and releases me.
"Do I need to buy you a muzzle, Blue?" He asks, using his shirt to wipe off my spit.
"Hmm," he hums, "do I need to ask my driver to stop at the pet store?"
I fold my arms on my lap and stare out of the window.
"Say whatever you want, hell, you can call me all of the worst names in the book, but if you spit on me again, I will cut off your tongue."
#
Theodore knew where I lived, things just kept getting weirder. Without me giving him any directions, we were parked in front of my apartment, walking up the stairs towards my door.
"Your place is really cozy," He comments once we were inside, but his expression says otherwise.
Ignoring him, I put a change of clothes and a few of my toiletries into a duffle bag and stuff it onto his chest. He takes it happily, still looking around my room. A few minutes later, we leave my small apartment.
"Are you hungry," he asks and I bite the inside of my cheek without answering.
"You know, you can't ignore me forever."
"You're a very weird man," I tell him, and he nods.
"I think so too."
"Kidnapping is a felony offense –"
"I didn't kidnap you," he defends, "and anyone in the diner would confirm that. We all saw you willingly get into my car."
"You're a fucking nutcase," I spat and he sighs.
Surprisingly, he remains quiet the rest of the ride, and I was thankful for that. Every time Theodore opened his mouth, I wanted to ram my fist into it.
We drove all the way into the expensive part of this town and after a few minutes, I found myself ogling at every house we passed by. His car pulls up to the biggest house on the street, the gates slowly opening as the security guards stand on either side of them.
The house is creme-colored with pillars lined up at the front. He parks his car in the middle of the driveway next to an orange mustang.
"It's my brothers," he says.
"I didn't ask."
The driver opens up my door first, and I reach for my bag but he takes it from my hands.
"Before we go in, my brother isn't the only one who lives here," he trails.
"Why would I care, this isn't my house."
"Right," he snaps, his lips tightly pursed and I turn towards the door, waiting on him to open it up.
He twists the doorknob, and all I heard from there was chaos.
"You know what, I don't care!"
"You never care," a male voice erupts alongside with a loud booming sound, "I'm done trying to please you!"
"Please me?" the female shouts back incredulously, "the only thing you've ever tried to please is your dick, you pathological liar!"
I glance at Theodore, whose jaw was clenched.
"Come on," he mutters, leading me into the living room.
On the couch sat four people – well - two of them. The other two were having a very heated stare-off.
"I can't believe I ever fucked you," the woman scoffs, folding her arms.
"You took the words right out of my mouth you frigid bitch," the man sneers and I gape. The woman was obviously hurt, she gasps and lifting her hand to slap him
"Enough!" Theodore booms and they all flinch, including me.
"Thank you," the other female with red hair says, her eyes locked onto me, "who's this?"
"This is Blue," Theodore introduces, "Blue this is Jade and Mark."
He points to the redhead and the other man who sat on the far end of the couch, quietly. There was a similarity between the two.
Jade had green eyes, and a petite figure, from what I could tell. She was on the bustier side, with a shirt that left nothing to the imagination.
Mark had pitch-black hair like Theodore's and pale brown eyes. He must've been the brother.
The two of them nod at me.
"It's nice to meet you Blue," Mark replies.
"Likewise," I lie.
Standing awkwardly, I stared at the couple, and they stared back.
"These two are Dani and Tobias. The greatest couple in the world," Mark says sarcastically, and I snort.
"Fuck off," Tobias sneers, angrily stomping away, and Dani follows him.
"So this is her, im assuming," Mark asks, leaning into the couch and Theodore nods.
I narrow my eyes at the two of them, "who is her?"
I raise an eyebrow, but no one replies.
"It's been a long day," Theodore forces a yawn, "we're gonna close in."
He places his hand on my lower back, despite my struggles, and leads me upstairs.
"You sick fuck," I smirk as he shuts the door, and he sighs, "have you been . . . planning this? Like . . . stalking me?"
"Blue –"
"I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, Theodore, and I don't know what twisted game you have going on up in your head, but I assure you that if you thought I was going to come up here grinning and laughing you're mistaken."
"You kidnapped me," I point a finger at him, "and right now, what you're doing is holding me hostage, so if by tomorrow you don't release me I will call the police, the FBI and I will - is this funny to you?"
Theodore's face had everything written on it, except for seriousness. His lips were pursed as if he was holding in a laugh, and his eyebrows were raised.
"Oh no, by all means, continue with your speech," he tilts his head, a small smirk on his face, "you don't know who I am, Blue. And If I say jump, the police with jump, if I say drown, the 'FBI' will drown. You have no power over here Bruna, so I suggest you save your energy."