21 ??Was I wrong to be annoyed??? (2/2)

He forced me to take mine in case he 'needed' me.

”You weren't here when I woke up,” He sounded angry, like I was supposed to be there. ”I wanted you here. I don't know how many times I have to tell you, Ley Ley.”

Gosh, that nickname. I hated it with my entire existence.

”I'm sorry,” I somehow got out of my throat. ”But I had school. I can't miss school, you know. We have exams next week.”

Next week when I'll be free of your manacles and the pain you've caused. I immediately felt better when that thought struck me.

”You're whining again. Just come home already.”

I gritted my teeth at the insult as I walked towards my car—it was outside my gate before I woke up, along with a message from Zayn: I knew her number but I would've missed the chance of being your Knight in Shining Armour if you went home with her.

I tried not to smile as I thought about it. Guilt gnawed at me. I shouldn't have spoken with him today. It was so wrong. And last night, I shouldn't have taken a ride with him. I was losing my mind with regret.

I replied to Ammar as I unlocked my car. ”I'll be there in about half an hour.”

”Fine,”

”Should I bring something for you? Anything you want to eat?”

”No, I want you to cook for me. You know how much I like your cooking.”

I tried to feel happy at the compliment but it felt more like an insult coming from his mouth. It felt like he was saying: I want you to do all my work because you're my servant.

It wasn't just that he wanted me to cook because he liked my cooking. He wanted me to feel like I was beneath him. No doubt to make me realise that even the ingredients I bought were from his money. He felt like he owned me.

It just took me a long time to realise that all these compliments had an underlined meaning to them. My naïve, younger self would smile. I, however, did not.

I didn't even reply. I was just so done with him.

”Babe?”

Again with the nickname.

”What?” My voice did not sound civil, even to my own ears.

”Are you pissed at someone?”

I closed my eyes on a deep breath. At someone? Before I even realised, words were flying out of my mouth. ”No, of course not. Everybody's treating me so good. What could I possibly have to complain about?”

”Are you sure? If someone's bothering you, I can deal with them, you know.” Possessiveness stroked his every word. I inwardly recoiled.

”It's nothing like that, Ammar. We'll talk when I get back home. I can't speak while driving.”

”All right, babe. Bye.”

Finally.