Chapter Thirty six
I have snacks for breakfast, lunch and dinner the first and second day and by the third day I have a stomach ache and I am really aching for some real food. I try going outside but I need a pass code to open the door which I don’t have since Cyrus didn’t give it to me and that’s brings me to my second issue. I haven’t seen Cyrus for three days not since we had that awkward dinner the other night. He has always been an early riser I am sure he comes in late and wakes up before I do and that’s why I haven’t seen him, I guess he is avoiding me but I really need to have some food before I pass out.
So that night I wait for Cullen on the sitting room so that when he comes in I can talk to him about providing me with food. I wait and wait until I wake up the next day and I am sure that Cyrus did not come back home, did he leave me in here to die on my own? Why would he do that, is he being an ass or does he know and he is taking out his revenge on me slowly? Why did he take my phone away from me, is it so I cannot call for help or is he doing an investigation with the hope of finding evidence against me?
I take the phone in the kitchen an call Cyrus that morning, he doesn’t pick up after fifteen calls, I keep trying till the afternoon when he picks up on my seventy call that day
“Princess...”
“If you don’t come home right now I am using the emergency calls and getting the police. I am going to tell them that you kidnapped me and have been keeping me hostage in your house, then I am going to tell both my parents and yours how you tried to starve me to death”
“Those are a lot of accusations to throw around princess, especially towards your own husband. Did you just threaten me and the whole family with police? I expected more from a well bred Italian woman” he says his sound calm, un bothered by my hysterics
“I am not threatening anybody, I want out of this penthouse right now. You locked me in here and left me all alone without any connection to the outside world. I am going crazy here and you don’t even come home. Where are you?” I shout back angrily
“Where I am, is none of your business. You should really start practicing on that stove if you want me home anytime soon”
“I don’t even know which one is the stove or a clue of how to turn it on. Why are you doing this to me?”
“I am teaching you life. Something your parents forgot to remind you about” I don’t know why but Cyrus likes badmouthing my parents upbringing and they didn’t even play a major role at that anyway.
“What about my parents, they must be asking for me. They will come for me if they don’t hear from me, you know that” I wonder if they haven’t called to check up on me already
“I have all that under control my darling wife. Don’t you worry your pretty little head now, I suggest you get cooking if you don’t want to starve to death” he says quite over with the discussion
“I am going to call the police, I swear don’t test me Cyrus”
“Then why don’t you?” he says and fucking hangs up on me. That asshole I am so mad right now I find myself hitting the phone on the wall.
I am filled with fury as I make the emergency call but I am a family born and raised woman and I know to never call the police, because that may begin something else that I can’t handle. I decide to call myself an ambulance to the hospital, that way I will have left this building and they will have to call my parents since they are my emergence contact. That’s when I find out that Cyrus lied to me; I can’t ask help from anyone but him. The call only goes one way to his cell phone and nowhere else. That stupid, lying asshole.
The next morning I want to call Cyrus again and this time be polite and on my best behavior, maybe if I played on his good side and were to butter him up a bit and plead with him, he will relent and give in. when I get to the phone I find that Cyrus has left me a voice note. It has instructions on how to turn the stove on which is by voice command and reminded me to use the cook book, apparently it’s for beginners.
Cooking turns out to be a challenge more than I had anticipated. I decide to take on the challenge anyway; there is nothing to do here than watch TV anyway. This is a project, something to do and keep my mind busy. I nearly burn out the kitchen with dishes everywhere, and on my seventh day in Cyrus’s house, the kitchen is a pig stile and there are no more dishes to practice my cooking skills on anymore also think I am getting sick from all the junk food I ate before I started eating the better part of burnt food I tried to make.
I am fast asleep on the couch tired from my failures when I hear a loud voice coming from the direction of the kitchen that I recognize
“What in the fuck?” Cyrus shouts, I smile to myself on the sofa and mutter to myself ‘welcome home hubby’
He comes towards me and I can feel the fight happening before it even starts. He left me here to starve and asked me to learn how to cook without any help, what the fuck was he expecting would happen? Exactly what happened. I have my own battle to score with him for the way he has been treating me ever since I moved into his house anyway and I guess we are going to shout it out tonight.
“What the fuck did you do to my kitchen, you spoiled brat?” he shouts standing over me on the couch.
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