Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 17

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 17

“Sophie?”
“Go away,” I mumbled into the pillow, loud
enough for him to hear. He sighed frustratingly,
and I heard him step into the room.
“Sophie, I’m sorry-”
“I said go away!” I yelled, not caring if he got
angry or not. It wouldn’t make a difference if he
hit me or not. At this point, I didn’t think I
would care. I knew he wouldn’t, though. If I’d
learned anything about him after everything
he’s done to me, it’s that I know he doesn’t
hurt me unless he’s forced to.

“Alright, I’ll give you some time alone. I’ll bring
your dinner up in a few hours.”
“Don’t bother. I’m not going to eat.”
He sighed once more and said “Her name was EMMA”, and then I heard the door
finally shut. I didn’t heard the click of the lock,
so I assumed he’d left it unlocked.
For three hours, I sat on my bed, letting the
tears roll down my cheeks as I stroked Naomi
and Kodiak. Every once in a while one of them
would lick my cheek several times, trying to
wipe away the tears. I was grateful I had both
of them, but something told me I would never
see them again if I didn’t escape before
Tuesday. I knew it was useless though. Ricky
was psycho, not stupid. But I knew I couldn’t
give up, even if it meant I had to kill him.
Something told me, that if it got to that point, I
wouldn’t have a hard time doing it. After what
he’s done to me, to my family, to Justin, I knew
I wouldn’t even think twice if given the
opportunity.

I looked over at the door when I heard a soft
knock.
“Sophie?” Ricky said from the other side of the
door. I turned away as he opened the door and
stared up at the ceiling again. “Sophie.”
“What?” I whispered.
“Dinner’s ready.”
“I’m not hungry.”
I heard him walk into the room and set a plate
on my bedside table. The smell of garlic bread
drifted past my nose, causing my mouth to
water. The bed shifted as he sat beside me. I
felt his hand slide onto my stomach and turn
me towards him. I pulled back, edging away
from him. When he pulled me back to him, I
finally turned around, glaring at him.
“What do you want?”
“For you to eat, Sophie. You can’t starve
yourself.”
I turned away from him again, hugging a pillow.
I heard either Naomi or Kodiak growl quietly,
but stayed by my feet. “Watch me.”
“Sophie,” he said with a hint of warning in his
voice. “Eat.”

“No. When I’m hungry, I’ll eat.”
He grabbed my arm and turned me to face him,
which startled me for a split second. He
grabbed both of my shoulders and sq££zed
them, causing me to wince in pain. Both Naomi
and Kodiak were growling, louder now, but they
didn’t move. Ricky’s eyes were full of anger, but
they were also filled with sadness and longing.
“Sophie, I said eat.”
“I’m not hungry,” I whispered, glaring back at
him. Just then, he kissed me. It startled me,
but scared me at the same time. One thing that
I don’t think I will ever figure out about Ricky is
how fast his mood changes. One minute he’s
angry with me, then the next he’s kissing me,
as if trying to say sorry. I tried to pull back,
feeling the disgusted feeling grow every moment
our lips were connected. It was no use, though.

The kiss was filled with force and anger. When
he pulled back I dropped back down on the bed,
gasping for breath.
“Stop doing that!” I yelled, holding my hand up
to slap him. He grabbed my wrist and held it in
place.
“Don’t you dare raise a hand to me, Sophie.”
“Or what, you’ll kill me?” I said, feeling all of the
fear drain out of my body. It was replaced with
anger and bravery. I wasn’t afraid of him
anymore. I’d had enough of him. I’d had enough
of his little game. I watched as his eyes filled
with regret and burned with anger, like they had
before.
“I could never kill you, Sophie. I love you. And
we are going to be together forever.”
Something in his voice sent shivers up my
spine. He’d said it so calmly that the fear
began to trickle back into me. Giving up, I
pulled my hand away and back up to the other
side of the bed.
“Just get out,” I finally said, turning away from
him. I felt him get up off of the bed and heard
him walk towards the door.
“Sweet dreams, my love,” he whispered, closing
the door. And this time, I heard the click of the
lock after I heard the door finally close.
“EMMA” I thought…
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