Chapter Twelve

Ariana's POV

One minute I was standing on the road, waiting for the truck to hit me and end my miserable life, and the next minute I was in my angry master's arms, where did he come from, and how had he managed to move that fast? Why did he save me? I just wanted to die, what would he matter to him if I'm dead anyway.

"You should be happy he saved you, he doesn't bother himself with other people, let alone a common slave" I glanced up to see a brunette with large brown eyes staring at me,  she was dressed in a red gown with Sillitoe's, she looked classy enough. I had noticed her earlier with Dylan and wondered who she could be, she must have read my thoughts because she suddenly smiled, crossing her arms across her chest, "I'm Myla, Dylan's girlfriend" she stood looking at me as if waiting for a response or reaction from me, her eyes narrowed as she glared at me, "don't you ever play such cheap pranks ever again to get his attention with that she stomps off leaving he