Page 13 of Owned By Frank

I feel it started on my lip. I move it to the side to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling. Seconds later the same act is repeated, this time I lick my lips with my tongue, wait to see if that annoying sensation disappears but again it returns.

I open my eyes very slowly to see what it is all about. Seconds later I open my eyes with fright when I find that annoying face.

I say nothing but my hand acts quickly and pushes it away from me.

I stop in a hurry and look at him with astonishment.

- What the hell are you doing? - I say annoying.

- I was just seeing if you were still alive – he lets go with sarcasm.

I let out a laugh without being able to believe it and I look at him angry.

- Well, now that you've checked that I'm not "dead", can you get out of here? - I ask with irritation.

- Why doing such a thing? After all this is my house, my property, I can come and go as I please whenever I want...

- God, you're really the guy who's gotten me the most out of my head so far, and it's funny because I barely know you! How can you hate a person in one damn day?

- I just came to take you to your room... - put both hands in your coat pockets.

- Room? but Dante said...

- I care what Dante says, he's just my friend not my father. Besides I think I made it clear to you that you belong to me and therefore you do what I say, this is my house and I make the rules here, all things considered baby, how about we go to the happy room?

I look at him with mockery. This guy really bothers me but on the other hand I notice that he looks a little angry now, maybe because he hates it when someone orders something that is his.

- No. - I say firmly.

- No? - he frowns his eyebrow in amazement.

- No. - I repeat.

- No what? - he says annoyed.

- I don't want to go with you to the happy room.

- Are you kidding me?!

- No. - I smile at him.

- So you're telling me you want to live in this filthy room and then die from the cold?

- Yes. After all, I've grown very fond of this little place. you see that closed door? you see that's been my partner all along. you see the window with the bars? that's my best friend, oh and how I forget my friend the bed, she's helped me stay warm all this time, so I don't think I can forget them so easily...

- You're kidding, right? - his hand goes to his temple and with his index finger he starts massaging that part.

- Do you think it's a joke? - I smile at him.

- You are crazy - He leaves the place babbling to himself.

I smile victoriously. I would have liked to go with him because the truth is that this place is killing me. I feel somewhat suffocated.

I look out the small window of the room. The opening is tiny and that prevents me from seeing anything out there. I only get to see bushes, great.

I give up and jump back into bed, kick a couple of times when I feel irritation. I feel like I want to scream and hit someone, and if they ask me if I would feel better that way, my answer would be a million times yes. I don't deny that my character is horrible, even my own mother told me so.

Maybe that's the exact reason no guy dared to talk to me, maybe that's the reason no one could stand me, maybe that's the reason I didn't get to have a relationship.