Home Alone

"Sara's point of view,"

Why is he sleeping here?

Now, what does he want from me?

To separate our bodies, I shoved him aside.

He rubbed his eyes and pulled me into his hug once again. What did he want? This time, instead of trying to touch me inappropriately, he simply laid his head on my chest and fell asleep.

When I looked into his innocent face, I could not control myself and caressed his hair.

What brought him here? Perhaps he woke up in the middle of the night and didn't find me nearby, so he came here to find me and slept there to prevent me from fleeing.

Last night's scene flashed before my eyes, and I immediately felt suffocated in his embrace. I instinctively wrenched his body and fled towards the house. I have to maintain my distance from him.

After a refreshing shower, I changed into the cozy pajamas I had purchased the day before.

He placed his grocery order yesterday, so I won't have any trouble preparing breakfast for myself today. Although I didn't want to cook for him, I did make breakfast because I remembered how he stole my sandwich yesterday.

"Sara.

Sara...

Sara, where are you?" Upon entering the house, he yelled out my name.

Why is he sounding so anxious?

Where would I go if I tried to run away from him?

He checked on me in the guest rooms, bathrooms, and bedrooms. I didn't reply to him. I made breakfast in silence.

Why would I talk to him now?

"Why won't you respond to me, Sara? Can't you hear me?" He entered the kitchen and complained about my silence.

I ignored him and set the table for breakfast. He followed me from the kitchen to the dining room, then from the dining room back to the kitchen to have his questions answered, but I ignored him as if he were not there.

"Why won't you communicate with me?" He obstructed my path by standing in front of me.

I examined him from head to toe.

Oh, so he has track pants, too. By the look on his face, I could see that my silence had an impact on him.

Despite the scattered hair on his forehead and the loose t-shirt he wore, his muscles were visible. He appears well-groomed in any attire.

What comfort he found in not having to constantly cover himself with clothing eludes me.

"Sara, why did you disturb my sleep?" His whining was childish.

I wanted to ask him when I disturbed his sleep; in fact, he is the one who disturbed mine. However, I must give him the silent treatment, so I choose to remain silent.

"Why won't you respond to me?"

With anger, he seized my shoulder.

I flinched as his hard touch grazed my body. He released his hold on my shoulder right away.

"Tell me, Sara, why you left without telling me."

Why was his voice suddenly softer?

I shrugged off his inquiry and took a seat at the dining table.

"Have you cooked all this food?" When he noticed the meal on the table, he asked me a question full of surprise.

Why doesn't he understand that I am not talking to him? Even though I'm ignoring him, doesn't he have any dignity? How come he didn't stop chatting with me?

He ate breakfast while sitting at the dining table.

How on earth could he have breakfast without even giving his teeth a brush? However, I discreetly completed my breakfast and asked him no questions at all.

"I would like to talk to you about something very serious. I will be there in 10 minutes." He gave me a serious look and turned to go out of the dining room.

He wants to discuss something with me right now. I am not addressing him; why can't he see that?

It's my way of showing him my protest against him.

Ignoring his statements, I sat on the couch in the hallway and started typing my book on the laptop.

In exactly ten minutes, clad in a smart black shirt and grey slacks, he made his way into the hallway. He held his coat in his hands. He appears dashing in this outfit. Without a doubt, his appearance influences women to fall in love with him.

Why was he wearing such seductive attire to the office?

Couldn't he have dressed simply?

I glanced at him before turning back to stare at my laptop screen.

"Sara, I won't be returning home for two days because I have an important meeting to attend today. Be a good girl, and make sure you don't lie to me this time."

Suddenly, he kissed my forehead.

I was astounded by his actions. He transformed from a sexual predator into a compassionate individual. Nobody could tell from his attire that he was heading to a business meeting. He will undoubtedly fuck another woman for two days. I made assumptions after smelling his alluring scent.

Well, I'm glad this monster isn't around for two days, since I get to spend that time alone. I didn't reply to him and instead focused my attention on the laptop. He parted his lips like a fish to speak to me, but as soon as he saw me, he shook his head disapprovingly.

When the monster left the house, I climbed on the couch and danced in happiness.

Now I am home alone. I'm able to do everything I want. After completing the chapter for today, I began exploring his place.

First, I went to his playroom. I pulled open the drawer in his room and looked over the instruments within. As I knew very little about those instruments, I looked them up on Google.

When I realized that instrument's purpose, my mouth fell open. The thought of the hurtful sensation I would experience if he utilized these instruments sent a chill down my spine.

After examining his playroom, I walked into his study room and looked through every book in his collection. Eighty percent of his collection consists of erotica magazines. His collection shocked me by containing my first copies of every published book.

Behind a book, I saw a picture frame. I took the photo frame out of curiosity.

Who is she?

To me, she looks like his mother. When I noticed the similarity in facial traits, my subconscious made a guess. However, why was her picture hidden in this book?

Seeing the picture frame prompted a plethora of questions in my head.

I returned that picture frame to its original position before entering Rosy's room. Although I am aware that it is inappropriate to enter someone's room while they are not there, I am quite interested in seeing her closet.

I felt like the two-day queen of this jail, and I had to enjoy every moment of his absence.