When I look at him, I found just one thing...
I'm grounded for life. He would never let me go. I've been robbed of my freedom.
It threatens the small hope that one day he would get bored and let me go. The hope that helps to keep my head straight.
But the look in his eyes tells me the elseway.
And it freaks me out.
"Why aren't you eating anything?", he asked intently.
I wasn't looking at him rather at the plate of cooked vegetables in front of me. They looked delicious and I didn't know what the expensive dish called.
"Ashy?", he sounded concerned " Is there's a problem?". He reached for my hand and grabbed it.
No. No problem.
Besides the fact that I've been kidnapped here and forced to have a dinner date with you. And I can't even appear to be angry because if I do so Mr bipolar would turn to a monster and kill me.
Besides that, everything's fine.
Absolutely fine.(sarcasm)
I sighed.
"I'm fine", I mumbled.
Then I took the fork using my hand that he wasn't holding and placed a jucy vegetable in my mouth.
And it was indeed delicious.
I tugged my other hand but he didn't ler go. When I raised my head to look at him.