My Psycho Best Friend

Chapter 7

    Ian has not forgiven me yet for trying to escape. I am not sorry for trying to though. I knew I had a chance and I took it. Even if it was unsuccessful. Ian just brings me food and f***s me then leaves most nights. At least, I do not have to pretend anymore that I like him. It was sort of exhausting to have to act that way. I am more determined than ever to get out of here.

    It took a few weeks to completely heal from the beating I had received the night I tried to escape. It had taken me almost a week to be able to walk without having to lean up against a wall for support. Ian showed no mercy. He still came down to the basement and forced me to have s*x with him. He has been rougher during s*x. Constantly, spanking and whipping me. He even tied me up so tight I could not move. It made it more painful. I missed when he was gentle and gave me pleasure too. But now it is only about him and what he wants. He does not try to do oral or touch me in a way that my body enjoy it.

    I am making dinner as usual. It is chicken fajitas. I wish I could just go to a Mexican restaurant. It would taste so much better. Ian will not pick up any food from any restaurants so, I am stuck always cooking and making food. I finish cooking and I wait for Ian to come down. I wait for an hour before I decide to eat my plate of food. I wait another hour and he is still not here. Ian almost never misses a night to come down here. I guess he just does not want to mess with me tonight. I put away left over food. I wash dishes and clean the kitchen. An hour later, I am in bed and watching a movie. I drift to sleep while the movie is playing.

    I wake up in the morning expecting to see Ian down here but I searched every room and he is nowhere. He never came down last night. It was a relief that I did not have to have s****l relations as I am still sore from the last time, we had s*x. I just go on about my day and do my normal routine.

    It’s getting close to 5 PM, so I start cooking dinner. I think I will make spaghetti tonight. It is my favorite. I am done cooking and 5 PM has come and gone and Ian is still gone. I thought it was strange. He has never not come down for two nights in a row. I tried not to worry too much so I just cleaned up and went to bed like normal.

    The next day, there was still no sign of Ian. I was really starting to become worried. I am starting to think he is not coming back. I know I have food but eventually I will run out. I start panicking. I feel like I cannot breathe and my throat is swelling up. I remember if somebody is having a panic attack to put their head between their legs. So that what I did. It seemed like it was helping. After a while I was back to normal.

    I decided I am sure Ian will be back soon. He loves me. He would not forget me and make me starve to death. I kept myself busy reading books, watching movies, and pacing the basement. I started rationing food just to be on the safe side.

    It was a week since I had seen Ian. I am getting more and more sure that he is not coming back. I am losing hope. I do not know what to do. I feel like I am starting to break. I do not know if I can stay strong.

3 Days Later…

    I am sleeping when I feel another body get in the bed with me. I open my eyes and it is Ian. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. I said, “I thought you were never coming back. I thought you left me here to starve to death.”

    He laughs and says, “I went to Ireland to visit my parents for about a week. I could not tell you in case you tried to escape again.”

    I stopped smiling. Hearing that he went to see his parents made me sad and depressed. I am not allowed to see anybody but him. I do not even know hat day it is or how long I have been down here. So, I decided to ask Ian. I nervously looked at him and said, “It must be nice to see your parents again. I am sad. I have not even seen another person besides you! I do not even know how long I have been down here!”.

    The tears started falling from my eyes. I could not control it. I hated it when he got to see my tears. It made me feel like he has all the power. I hate feeling vulnerable in front of him. It took a moment for Ian to respond. I guess he was not prepared for me to ask that question. Very quickly and as a low whisper, Ian says, “You have been down here for nine months.”.

    Had I really been gone that long. That means most of my senior year is gone. My classmates are most likely getting ready for graduation. I became even more depressed. I cried harder. I cried so hard; I could not breathe. I could feel my throat swell. I think I am having another panic attack. I put my head between my legs till I was able to calm down.

    After, Ian just stared at me. I could not tell if he was sorry for what he had done, or that no matter, he was going to keep me down here forever. My lookout on life is becoming very grim and dark. I had so many dreams and hopes. Now, they will never get to be. I move away from him and sit on the edge of the bed. I ask, “Are you ever going to let me out of here? I promise I will not say anything to anyone. I just want to go home. My senior year is already gone! Just please, please, let me go home. I beg of you!”.

    He snickered and said, “I can never let you go! If I did, you would call the police. You are never getting out of here! I cannot trust you after you have already tried to escape. Just forget about your old life. Your new life only has room for me.”.

    I knew no matter what I said or did he would not listen. He was so caught up in his obsession for me, I would never have a normal life again. I feel trapped and ruined. I will never be the same person I once was. But I am not this weak plaything he thinks I am. I will stay strong. Till I find the right moment to escape. I can only have hope that one day, I will get the chance of getting out of here and get him put away In jail.