I've been watching Mike a lot lately and I think his interest in me has died down a bit. I mean come on; I've done everything he wanted me to. I stripped for him in front of his friends, I've bathed with him and even towel dried him. Everything I do just isn't enough for him to love me like he used to.
"David have you finished all the chores?" Mike shouted at me through the living room walls into the kitchen.
"Yea, I'm just finishing off the last of the plates from last night" I shouted back.
"Stop that and go grocery shopping, there is no food in the fridge"
"But Mike let me finish this off I only have a few ..." My voice trailed off as I heard footsteps coming from the living room.
"What did you say!?" Mike was behind me, he was furious.
"I-I-I" I stuttered nervously and watched Mike as he approached me; I put my hand over my face for protection knowing he was going to hit me.
"You nothing! Now leave them plates and go shopping! I'm fucking hungry!" Mike was shouting louder than usual and his hand was lifted up. I wasn't frozen but I knew I couldn't move.
"What'cha waiting for David!" Mike came closer and with a slap across the face he screamed "GO!"
I took the apron off and took the yellow gloves off as well. I rushed upstairs to get my shoes on and I could feel water on my cheeks. I glanced into the mirror and my reflection showed a teenage boy with droopy eyes, a slim body and a big red hand print across the face which was smothered with salty drops of tears and soap. My clothes were hanging off me and I looked like a drug user; which I obviously wasn't.
"What's taking you bitch, I said I'm bloody hungry" Mike shouted from down the stairs and I knew if I didn't get out now, it wouldn't be just a slap.
I raced down the stairs and met with Mike's eyes. They looked cold and uncaring, but before he had the bluest of eyes and now he has the greyest of eyes. I brushed past him and he pulled me back by my left arm, looked me in the eyes and said "I love you David" then he gave me a very convincing kiss. I pulled away and he grabbed hold of me tightly and pulled me back to my position and almost screamed "I said I love you David". At this moment I could feel myself starting to cry.
"If you love me as much as you say then why are you gripping me so tightly and saying those words with the coldest of looks" I cried even more. I was sobering in front of Mike. I was either going to get hit or punched. I covered my mouth immediately after realizing what I said, he took my hand off my mouth and held it in his. He finally released my hands and looked straight at me.
"Strip"
"What!"