Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 22

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 22

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“How much longer?” I heard her ask me six
hours later. She stayed awake the whole time,
and I knew she was determined not to fall
asleep again. The sun was beginning to go
down again, and it was getting chilly.
“We’ll be in Colorado in a few minutes,” I
replied. “But then it’s a few more hours until we
get to the cabin.”

“I’m hungry,” I heard her whisper, her voice
cracking a bit. “Can we eat?”
I thought for a minute, wondering if she was
going to try and get away again. “No.”
“Why not?” I heard the anger and impatience in
her voice. “I thought you’d at least care about
me enough to feed me. I guess I was wrong.”

My heard dropped to my stomach, and I felt a
wave of guilt wash over me. She was right. I
couldn’t let her starve. I trust her.
“Fine,” I said. “Where do you want to go?”
“Surprise me.”
My heart skipped a beat. Her voice sounded
almost excited. I smiled. “Okay.”
Five minutes later I was pulling off the highway
and onto an exit ramp. I turned into the parking
lot for a small diner. Sophie was staring ahead
the whole time, a desperate look in her eyes. I
then realized she must’ve not had anything to
eat for the past twenty-four hours. I felt bad for
not realizing it sooner.
“Okay, let’s go. And Sophie,” I said firmly. She
had opened the door and stopped, turning back
to me. “Don’t try anything.”
“Okay. I promise,” she whispered. She hopped
out of the car and waited for me at the door. I
opened it for her and motioned for her to go
inside, then I followed her. The diner wasn’t
empty, but it wasn’t filled with customers
either. The scent of pancakes and steak filled
my nostrils, making my mouth water. A young
waitress came up to us and smiled a friendly
smile.

“Hello, welcome to Lisa’s Diner. Table for two?”
she asked, grabbing menus from behind a
counter.

“Yes, please,” I said. She nodded and led us
down a row of tables and booths, then finally
sat us at a small booth in the corner. Sophie
slid into one and immediately began looking at
the menu. I hesitated and looked back at the
waitress. Her nametag read Emily. “Thank you,
uh, Emily,” I said, sliding into the booth across
from Sophie.

“No problem,” she smiled. “Your waitress will be
right with you.” And then she turned away and
left, going behind the counter and disappearing
behind a kitchen door. I turned back to Sophie,
who was frantically searching over the menu,
looking for the perfect thing to eat.
“You know, you can always ask for more than
one thing,” I suggested, opening my menu.
“I can?” she said, surprised. I looked up to her
gazing at me. Her eyes were full of confusion,
but changed to happiness when I smiled.

“Thank you.”
“Of course, Sophie. This is how it’s going to be
from now on. I’ll get you whatever you want. All
you have to do is ask,” I replied, looking at the
menu once more. A shadow loomed over me,
causing me to look up. Sophie was leaning over
the table, our noses inches from each other.
She lifted her hand up and placed it on my
cheek gently, then leaned in, softly connecting
her lips with mine.

I was surprised, but returned the kiss without
hesitation. Then she pulled back and bit her lip.
“Thank you.”

And then she was silent, looking at the menu
again. A different waitress came to our table
and clicked her pen open, then got out a
notepad.

“What can I get you for drinks?” she asked,
staring at the both of us with a bored
expression.
“Water,” Sophie said, without looking up.
The
waitress nodded and scribbled it down, then
looked at me.
“The same for me, thanks.”
“Alright, I’ll bring those right out for you.” And
then she walked away. Sophie had her eyes
glued to the menu, refusing to look up. Did the
kiss surprise her as much as me? It made me
happy that she finally kissed me willingly, but I
was also concerned because it looked like it
bothered her quite a bit.
“Sophie-”
“If I got an appetizer would you share it with
me?” she interrupted without looking up.
I sighed. “Sure.”
Obviously she didn’t want to talk about it, so I
just stayed silent. The waitress came back with
our drinks and placed them on the table. She
got out her pen and notepad again, then clicked
her pen open.
“Okay, have you decided what you would like to
eat?” she asked, swaying back and forth while
taping her foot slowly.

“Can I have some mozzarella sticks with extra
marinara, a Philly cheese steak sandwich, and a
Caesar salad with extra croutons?” Sophie
asked, handing her the menu. It caught me by
surprise. Of all the things I knew about Sophie,
I never knew she could eat this much- unless it
was because I didn’t feed her all this time. I felt
horrible and guilty about it. All I was focused on
was getting her into Colorado- which I did.
“Sure,” the waitress said, scribbling it all down.
She turned to me. “And for you?”
“The BLT deluxe, no mayo,” I replied, handing
her the menu. She took it and nodded, then
scribbled on her notepad again.
“Okay, it should be out in about fifteen
minutes.” And then she was gone again,
retreating behind the counter.
We waited for five minutes, then the waitress
brought out the mozzarella sticks. Sophie dug
right in, but I hesitated. She looked at me after
eating her third one, and was about to reach for
her fourth, but stopped.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, a hint of fear in her
voice. Her eyes widened suddenly and she put
her hands in her lap, avoiding eye contact.
“Sorry, do you want any?”
“No, it’s fine Sophie,” I reassured her. She
reminded me of a little kid, all shy and nervous.
I smiled at the thought. She was so cute.
“I…” she mumbled.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I need to use the bathroom.” She looked up at
me with pleading eyes. “May I?”
She looked nervous, as if she thought I was
going to say no. I considered going with her,
but something told me I could trust her now.
Something told me she was finally excepting
that this is the way it was going to be from
now on.
“Of course, do whatever you need to do. Just
hurry back. Our food is coming soon,” I told her,
smiling. She looked relieved, and she relaxed.
Sliding out of the booth, she leaned over and
kissed my cheek softly.
“Thank you, again.” And I watched her walk to
the other side of the diner and down a tiny
hallway where the bathrooms were.
Why did she feel the need to ask permission for
everything that she did? Of course I wanted to
know where she was going, but she didn’t have
to ask. Why does she think I would tell her no,
unless I knew she was going to try something?
I watched the corner for a few more minutes,
and I chewed on a mozzarella stick, waiting for
her to come back.
I jumped when there was a crash from behind
the counter. One of the waiters dropped a whole
tray of food, causing a huge mess. There was
someone crying behind the counter, groaning in
pain.

“Ow, ow, ow! Jeff, you idiot! Ow, my ankle…” a
female voice said. A few people rushed behind
the counter, trying to help the girl.
“I’m so sorry! Rina, are you okay?” he asked
frantically, running his hand through his hair.
“Do I look- or even sound- okay?” she yelled at
him, followed by another groan. I looked away
from the counter to our waitress coming back
with three plates of food. She placed them on
the table and looked at me with sad eyes.
“I’m sorry about this. He’s new.”
“It’s fine.”
She smiled sadly and walked over to the
counter to help the waitress who fell- Rina- get
up. I gazed at Sophie’s sandwich, steam
coming from it. She still wasn’t back yet. How
long does it take for her to go to the bathroom?
Was she okay?
A thought went through my mind, but I quickly
tried to pushed it away. It was nonsense, but I
wondered anyway. Was she even here?
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