Stockholm Syndrome

                                    

                                          
Scarlett's POV: I woke up to Andy once again hovering over me with that smile. I want to say that it's getting old, but it is pretty hot. Jesus Christ Scarlett, you don't need Stockholm Syndrome. 
                          
"Ready for today?"
                          
"I guess" I replied, slowly sitting up. 
                          
He began unlocking the chain from my leg then I pulled my knees into my chest. 
                          
"I want you to cook me some breakfast, make sure it's good. I'll be in the living room waiting"
                          
He walked out and I slowly made my way to the kitchen. He hadn't laid any clothes out for me to wear so I'm still just wearing his shirt around. I grabbed a couple pans and looked around for pancake batter and eggs. Hopefully he likes them scrambled because I hate making dippy eggs. I made a few pancakes since I didn't know how much he'd want, I made two for him and one for me. I put the eggs on our plates and poured some juice then carried it out to him.
                          
"Sit here" He said patting the seat next to him.
                          
I sat down and began eating as we watched tv. He had some movie on that I had never seen before, I don't even know what the title was. It was some sort of comedy, but at the same time it was actual trash. 
                          
I finished eating then waited for him to get done for the next instructions, it took a few more minutes. 
                          
"Go put everything in the dishwasher, I'll have the shower ready for you when you're done"
                          
"I get to shower alone right?"
                          
"You're not a child, I'm not going to clean you"
                          
"Didn't know if you were into that" I quickly replied.
                          
I could tell he was a little annoyed, however still found my comeback comical. I took his plate then rinsed the syrup off them and put the dishes into the dish washer. I assumed the bathroom he wanted me to go in was the master bathroom so I walked towards the bedroom. I walked in and he had clothes and everything laid out but he was no where in sight.
                          
I began to undress then I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed the towel then wrapped it around me and opened the door. 
                          
"We need a backstory set." He said closing the door and leaning his back against it.
                          
"I thought I was supposed to shower?"
                          
"You are. We can talk as you're in, I won't be able to see you don't worry"
                          
He turned around and I unwrapped the towel and quickly got in. I waited for him to say something but there was just silence. 
                          
"Well?"
                          
"Oh right, sorry I didn't know if you were in yet"
                          
"What's the backstory"
                          
"We met online through Tinder, I took you on a few dates, we grew to like each other a lot and I'm now introducing you to everyone because we think it may be serious. We've been talking for three months and we just became official about two weeks ago. You invited me to your house a few times to meet your parents and a few close friends"
                          
"Okay"
                          
"Don't forget anything, it's important"
                          
"Okay got it" 
                          
Do I though?
                          
"The guys drop by a lot, sometimes unannounced, so you have to always be ready"
                          
"Okay"
                          
"When you're done I have some chores for you to do, then I will take you back to your room"
                          
I listened as he walked out and closed the door and I sighed. I took my time in the shower because there's no really telling when I'll get alone time again. At the same time I tried to rush a little bit in case he might get angry at me. No need to piss him off.
                          
"Get out" I heard from the other side of the door.
                          
I quickly dried myself and got dressed then ran my fingers through my hair. He didn't leave me a brush, so that would have to do for now. Putting on skinny jeans after a shower felt like an Olympic sport though, I don't get how some people do this every day. I walked out and was greeted by him sitting on the bed staring at me.
                          
"Empty the dishwasher, clean the guest bathroom, go clean the room you first woke up in, sweep the kitchen" 
                          
I tried to quickly memorize his instructions and got to work. I decided to empty the dishwasher first because that seemed easiest, which it really wasn't. I had no idea where he puts everything so I had to search through every cabinet and it was just a mess. Since I was already in the kitchen, I then began to sweep which was more than easy. 
                          
"Bring me a beer" 
                          
"Lazy ass" I mumbled to myself. 
                          
I grabbed a beer out of the fridge then walked it to him in the living room. I walked around the house trying to figure out where the guest bathroom was then I began cleaning. First I swept then mopped the floor, next washed the counter with a rag. I then cleaned the mirror and sprayed something in the toilet and assumed that was enough. I never really cleaned the bathroom at home, my mom did that. 
                          
I found my way back to the room I first woke up in and it wasn't very messy. It had the chain on the bed from when I was there and there was a key on the table. I took the key and unlocked the chain then sat it on the table. I looked around and picked up a couple pieces of trash that had been there and threw it away and that was basically it. 
                          
"Where do you want this?" I asked raising the chain in my hand. 
                          
"Put it in our room"
                          
Our room, great. I came back into the living room where he had been and stood there waiting for him to say something. He turned off the tv and then looked at me for a few seconds. He slowly stood up then quickly slapped me across the face. 
                          
"WHAT THE FUCK" I yelled grabbing my face in pain. 
                          
"Just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna fall in love with me" 
                          
"Yeah, that won't be a problem"