Page 11 of He Will Come for Me

“I think it’s interesting that I had no idea you were married. I haven’t seen her since I’ve been here. I don’t think you would have told me you were married if I didn’t see your ring.” I scoop up another spoonful of mashed potatoes as I glance at his ring finger.

He sighs and pushes his plate away. “I’m not hungry anymore.” He wipes his mouth with a napkin and stands. I turn slightly to face him and grit my teeth at how he’s avoiding the question.

“I don’t know why you think I owe you any explanation about my life.” He steps closer to my chair, making me have to crane my neck to look up at him. “Don’t forget your position in this house. You’re a prisoner. Nothing more.” He turns on his heel and leaves the kitchen, heading down the hall that leads to his office and library.

Turning back around in my seat, I notice Phillip watching me. He has a look of pity. I sigh and return my attention back to my plate.You’re a prisoner. Nothing more.

Well, this prisoner is going to find a way to escape.

Chapter 6

Dr. Chamberland comes for a visit the next morning. He checks all of my vitals and orders some blood work. All the while, Phoenix hovers watching his every move.

“Nurse Millie will be by later to take your blood.”

“Why are you taking blood?” I ask. We’re downstairs in the living room. I’m convinced angels crafted every piece of furniture Phoenix owns.

Everything is so soft and comfortable. I don’t know why it surprises me so much, but I grew up around a hard man that had a modern style even if it was uncomfortable. Phoenix’s home is beautiful and comfortable.

“It will get me a better view of your overall health,” Dr. Chamberland answers. I nod, sighing at the idea of needles.

“How’s your memory?” He packs his things up and turns to me. “Are you having any flashes or any memories surfacing?” The only flash I continuously have is Phoenix’s tattooed hand pushing my hair behind my ear. But he hasn’t done that once since I’ve been here. I don’t think he ever did that when we were at school together.

“No. Nothing.”

Phoenix is watching me closely, but I have been trying to ignore him and all the questions running through my head since yesterday. I’m beginning to wonder if his wife is sick or hurt or maybe she got kidnapped too and he thought he was rescuing her when, in fact, he rescued me.Did he see an opportunity when he realized it was me?I have so many theories, but I don’t know if any of them could be possible.

“Well, don’t give up. You had a traumatic experience. They may come back all at once or here and there.” He looks at Phoenix. “It would be a good idea to let her see Dr. Pearl about her memory.”

Phoenix nods slightly, but doesn’t comment. I wipe my hands down my thighs and stand. “If that’s all, I’d like to go to the library.”

Dr. Chamberland chuckles. “One more question. How do you feel after you eat?”

“Like I want more. I’m trying to be careful, but it’s hard not to stuff my face.” My gaze bounces between him and Phoenix’s intense stare. “I went so long without anything but cheese and bread…” I trail off with a shrug.

“And how long was that?”

I squint my eyes.What does he mean?“At least six months, right? I’m assuming I was kidnapped at the party, which was during the spring and it’s fall now. So.” I shrug again.

Dr. Chamberland doesn’t respond, he just nods and writes some more notes. I was trying my best to ignore Phoenix, but myattention keeps being drawn back to him. His stare is hard, and his lips are in a thin, straight line.

“What month is it?” I haven’t thought to ask until now. I was so focused on taking every day minute by minute I didn’t care what month it was.

“October,” Phoenix answers. I think back to the party.

“The party was in late March and I’ve been here for a few weeks, so six months is about right. Right?”

“I wasn’t invited to the party you’re talking about,” Dr. Chamberland states. My eyes turn to Phoenix, but he doesn’t respond.Typical. He refuses to answer any of my questions, and I’m getting sick of it.

“Well, if that’s all?” I mean for it to come out as a statement, but it’s more of a question. Dr. Chamberland nods. I give one more glance to Phoenix, but he simply stares. Turning toward the library, I sigh as I walk down the hallway.Is he hiding something?

That’s the only conclusion I’m coming to because he’s so closed off when I ask him questions. I normally keep the door open to the library, but I close it because I need some alone time. I know that won’t stop Phoenix. If he wants to come in here, it’s his right. This is his house, after all.

I’ve read a book almost every single day, but even with that pace, I’ll never read every book that’s in this library. Not that I want to. I like fantasy and I like romance. I think I can make it through all of those books if he keeps me here until the day I die.

Opening the book I was interrupted reading when Dr. Chamberland showed up, I realize about a chapter in that I didn’t comprehend anything. I was so angry at Phoenix for leaving days on end, but now I wish he’d leave again. It’s like I can feel him, even when he’s not in the same room. I hate him for it.

I think back to school and realize it’s always been like this with him. I tried my best to take classes I didn’t think he’d take, but we always wound up in the same classes. He ignored me, but I have always been hyper aware of him. I hate it. He’s married, and this semi-obsession I have with him is unhealthy.

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