Slam. My back hit into the cold silver metal of the freezer. Herman's hands pressing into the flesh on my upper arms. I shut my eyes closed a tear escaping my eye as I try desperately not to cry or shout."Shhhhh," he said breathlessly. A sob escaped me. I went from acting like a lioness to scared like a bitch. To be fare, I'm in pain and his only made it worse by doing that. Though it's my fault, I provoked him. Yes, I provoked him into doing this. "Baby, don't cry now. I'm sorry," his apology sounded more like he's mocking me. "Please, don't," I pleaded with him not to do anything he was thinking. His fingers were digging into my skin. I was too afraid to even look at him, thinking what I'll see would be horrifying. He let go of me suddenly and I slumped to the kitchen floor, sobbing. My body was shaking out of fear. "Fuck!" He exclaimed and I watched him kick the stove before he twisted around on his heels to face me. When he took two long strides towards me I became hysterical.
The next few days were a blur as Herman and I fell into a routine. I'd wake up and find breakfast on my bedside table, with a rose and a written note. Then I'd go check up on him and usually I'd find him in his office upstairs. We kinda have this unspoken agreement between us now. I do my part while he does his. I clean his wound, become breathless afterwards because of how close our bodies are and he cooks. I still want to hate him, so so much. But with each day I wake up and find breakfast on my bedside table and a rose and a note, it just makes it harder to hate him. We haven't spoken since Tuesday though and when Harvey is over we hardly see each other. Though I think Herman still gets to see my face during those times because how else would he bring breakfast to my room. And I'm starting to think he knows my sleep schedule. At the beginning, I'd wake up and have to warm the food all over again. But between Friday last week and today, I find it still warm. His more observant than
Where's my phone?I've been searching for my phone since I got back down stairs. Grace could be calling me and here I am still looking through my room. I just got out of the shower, I have at least an hour to go. Throwing back on the clothes I had on earlier I head back upstairs and knock on diablo's office door. When he didn't answer I threw the door open and found no one there. Turning on the light I looked around for it before going to check the bathroom. I sigh when I find it, just as it's starts buzzing on the counter top."Hello," I answer the unknown number."Hi Thea it's Grace! Why'd you change your mind?""Change my mind?""You texted me three hours ago that you won't be coming," she clarifies. I gasp surprised. Herman! That motherfucker. Technically the motherfucker is his dad.......not the time conscious."No Grace, I didn't change my mind. I'm getting ready right now," I tell her as I make my way towards Herman's room. The upstairs part of the house is very spacious. There
I never expected to be so infatuated with a car in my entire life. Despite Herman ruining girls night I forgave him the minute he let me and Grace take the brand new sports car. When we first entered his garage, I thought we'd be taking the Lambo again. Which I dreaded by the way. I didn't want to even look at that car anymore.When he threw the keys my way and told me to unlock the car, I wasn't expecting the car hidden underneath the cover to beep. Then when I unveiled it and he told me that the car was mine, I didn't believe him. Was he feeling that guilty as to go as far as buying me a car? I wanted to deny it before he told me why he bought me a freaking Chevrolet Corvette, in white. Apparently after I ran away that day, he drove my car to a cliff and pushed it off it. He even went as far as explaining to me how it blew up midways down the cliff. Saying he enjoyed every second of it. After listening to his detailed explanation of how he killed my baby. Grace didn't need to conv
On the upper part of the club you first find a dance floor situated a few feet from the stairs. It's less crowded than the bottom one but they are a couple of people dancing away on it. Grace leads me by hand to the bar. After she hands me a drink we make our way over to the dark booths and stop at one of them. The u-shaped seat around a rectangular table was already full, so two wooden chairs were placed at end of the table where I figured Grace and I will be seating.Seated in the booth were three men, three women and of course, Babe. Her eyes lower into slits when she spots me as her smile turned into a frown. Whatever the issue is with this woman is beyond me. Grace and I take our seats at the table on wooden chairs, seating side by side."Guys this is Thea," Grace gestures at me, then quickly adds," and Thea, they'll all introduce themselves."Chuckles go around the table right as the guy closest to me grabs my hand and places a kiss on the back of it. He has really thick curly h
Herman" .........Kui me selle liidu teeme, siis ma luban, et te ei kahetse seda. Lisaks on teil ka Eestis võim( If we make this alliance, I promise you won't regret it. In addition, you also have power in Estonia )."I was only paying half attention to the conversation happening a few feet away from me. Whoever is being told that bullshit surely is in for a loss."Herman?" Dante asks, shaking me," what's your reply?""No," I say that one word and the short man is taken out of the seat in front of me. I just want to watch the ladies dance on the stage and drink. Thea, hasn't taken up my offer of coming to this part of the club yet and I'm beginning to think she doesn't want me. Scoff, bullshit. She'd be a fool if she didn't. I mean I drive an entire board room crazy with just my face, which they don't see everyday like she does. Should I also hide myself from her again? I should."Herman, are you even paying half attention to your surrounding?" Dante asks. I ignore him as I continue
A little boy of about six years old with Hazel eyes and black hair, was flung into the air by an older man. He hit the wall and fell to the ground with a loud thump. His lungs burning as his air supply was thinning. His eyes bloodshot as he watched the big man coming for him. His boots thumping on the gravel floor of the grande estate. A young girl with blue eyes so pale watched her younger brother getting hit over and over again and all she could do was scream. She watched as her father kicked him in the stomach twice before a woman in a long dress came running out with another man. She pushed the huge drunk man away from the little boy, her body shaking with tears as she watched her son's life seeping out of his eyes. "No!!" She quickly lifted him up in her arms and started running into the house as the other man held his father captive. The man with similar features as the young boy was screaming and thrashing, trying to break free from his brothers hold."I told him to hide his f
Earlier.Thea."Herman no! Don't kill him!" I cried out, my tears falling for the man i barely know. Herman looks at me, and briefly I see a flash of hurt cross his face."Your protecting him?!" He exclaims making me flinch. I let of a scared sob, shaking my head yes. "It's only fare if you let me kill Angela after you kill him," I tell him and watch shock cross his features. Thea don't! Don't say anything more. Biting my tongue I forced myself to keep quiet."You were getting it up with Angela again?" Grace asks him. Herman's face showed no emotion as he glared at me. He walked towards me ignoring Grace's words and just hoisted me up into his arms, bridal style. I like being carried so I didn't fight him. Plus it's better than being dragged out of here."Were going to the hospital," he says instead. Walking towards what seemed to be the back entrance. "Take him to the base and don't let him go!" He shouts over his shoulder."And if you kill him..," I left the threat hanging. His ste