Chapter 27
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"Wow." I whispered under my breath amazed.
"Nice, right? I like to come here when I just want to relax." He said, placing me softly down on the cotton blanket.
"Nice doesn't even cover it. It's beautiful Jack." I breath out still taking in the amazing view. The fume that appeared every time I spoke faded magically again as I caressed my arms to suppress some warmth in my body.
Jack pulled out a gray woolen blanket and placed it over my shoulders covering my whole back.
"I'm not cold." I said trying to act strong but the unwilling shivers that my body displayed betrayed me.
His chuckle was light but was laced with amusement. "I know, but looking at you makes me cold, so I have to cover you up to warm me up again." He elucidated.
Without realizing I spit out a globe of saliva laughing hearty at his comment. "That doesn't make sense!"
"Everything makes sense when it comes to you though." He said.
A pink hue was forming across my nose almost overshadowing my freckles. "What's with that?" I sputtered out as I looked away.
'Don't get swept in his pace April. Get it together girl!' I slapped myself mentally.
Rustling sounds could be heard from my side and I glanced to see what was happening. Jack was pulling out some cutlery and plates placing them in between us. Followed by that he pulled out plain bread with butter, peanut butter, cheese and jam. Lastly, he pulled out a see-through glass bottle of milk and cups.
"A total breakfast." I said.
"Well I wanted to prepare more food, but I had to stop a certain girl from escaping." He mumbled lightly as he started to make the first colorful sandwich, peanut butter and jam.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said letting out a wobbly smile.
"Yeah, Yeah." He said listlessly as he shoved the sandwich in my mouth shutting me completely up.
I let out a pleased hum as I started to chew tasting the sweet harmony of peanut butter and jelly not minding the crumbles that were falling down on my chest nor the little bit of jam spread that got stuck on the corner of my mouth.
Jack let out a deep chuckle. "You're such a child." He said as he used his thumb to sweep off the bit of jam spread. I could feel the rough texture of the glove gliding over my skin. Dumb struck with slightly parted lips I was lost for what to do.
I started to cough up a storm and took a cup of milk and chucked down the cool content, trying to calm myself down. "You've could have just used a napkin you know." I said still slightly coughing.
"I know." He only said as he just kept staring at me. I started to squirm uncomfortably under his stare. He's still looks creepy.
"Aren't you going to eat some too?" I asked hoping to have him stop staring at me.
"And risking having you see my appearance? No thanks." He scoffed.
"So, all of this food is meant only for me?" I asked in a shrill voice.
"My baby is too light, so I have to feed her." He said in a cooing voice slightly pinching and pulling my cheek. I slapped his hand away and glowered at him.
"I eat just fine."
"Sure you do. Always buying takeout food or junk food sure is fine." He said in a belittling tone.
Like a puffer fish I could feel my cheeks inflating in annoyance to his tone. "Whatever, it is mine body to do whatever I want with it." I said in a haughty tone.
"No, you don't." The playfulness had left his voice and was replaced with seriousness leaving no room for discussion. "My baby has to start to understand that her body doesn't only belong to her and that I don't like it when she neglects it." His voice hardened as he spoke. I bit my underlip nervously and glanced away.
He cupped my chin making me look up. "Do I make myself clear?" He asked in a domineering voice. I nodded.
"I want to hear it from these lips." He said in a gruff voice.
"Yes." I said softly.
"Good girl." He said pleased as he shoved another sandwich in my mouth patting my head.
I nibbled on it quietly.
And just like that time went on. After making sure that I was thoroughly fed he cleaned up the remains and put them back in to the basket. The sun which I first saw below in the morning was now high up in the sky slightly covered by the grey-ashy colored clouds that reminded me of soft cotton candy.
I guess that it was already afternoon. This whole morning I was with Jack and the worst thing of all was that I didn't mind it. It was even quite enjoyable if you looked past his creepiness and unnecessary possessive remarks.
I shook my head vehemently in denial. 'It must have been the scenery, yeah it's because the scenery was so beautiful that it was enjoyable.'
I glanced back at Jack who was still packing in the dishes.
I keep getting swept away in his pace and that's because he got the upper hand in everything. He knows everything about me, but I don't know jack shit about him. I only know that he is infatuated with me; but that doesn't get me free.
'If I just know who he is…' I thought. I'll be able to report him to the police. They will catch him and I'll will be free.
With my stalker's back still turned towards me and my eyes fixated on his hoodie I started to slowly creep on to him trying to make no sound at all. When I thought I was close enough I stretched out my arm to remove his hoodie, but with a swift movement I was slammed with my back on the ground having the air knocked out of my longs, with my hands trapped in his.
"Bad move kitty cat." He growled.
Like parchment paper my mouth became dry and I was shaking like a leaf scared of the man who was now hovering over me.
Then suddenly like a caveman he threw me over his shoulder and stomped away leaving everything behind.
I shrieked and started to flail my arms and legs around ignoring the cries of my injured ankle. "Jack put me down!" I shrieked.
Without any warning I felt something colliding hard on my butt making me yelp out from the suddenness of it.
"Did you just spank me!?" I yelled.
"I did and I will do it again if you don't start behaving." He said.
With no options left and not wanting to be spanked again I became limp and let him dangle me off. I started to grumble and mumble under my breath in protest to this treatment.
'How dare he man handle me!?'
At the car he threw me inside and quickly closed it before I could make a run for it. He came inside the car and turned his full attention to me.
"What the fuck was that about, April?" He asked pissed off.
You know in the few days that I have known him I have learned that whenever he calls me April that I am fucked. He's seriously pissed.
"You looked hot, so I thought that a nice breeze of air through your hair could cool you down."
He silently stared at me like the bull-shit-meter went off the charts. "Let me tell you this my sweet April. If you somehow figure out my identity then it would be really bad for you." He said in a foreboding voice.
"Why?" My voice came out tremulous.
"Because my April will be then somehow spirited away, leaving no trace for anyone to find you." He asserted darkly in an ominous voice. "My baby is smart so I am sure that you know what I mean, right?"
'He will kidnap me.' If I had pulled down his hoodie then like Houdini I would have disappeared.
I nodded. "Yeah." I said softly in a croaked voice.
He let out a puff of air and scratched his head hard letting out some grunting sounds along. "Damn it! This is not how it should have gone!" He groaned frustrated. "I will get you an ice scream." He said.
"What?"
"I will buy you an ice scream, so please don't get upset."
So first he scares me shitless and now he wants to make up for it by buying me some ice cream?
'Who does he think that I am?'
"I want strawberry ice cream, three balls with sprinkles on top." I ordered in a haughty tone with my nose up in the air as I crossed my arms.
"Yes captain." With a wide grin he saluted and started to drive.
I really do love ice cream though.
