Chapter 005

Yvette's POV

I went along while he dragged me by the wrist. Not that I cared so much about their safety over mine, but recalling the lingering expression Christopher had towards Knox and Knox's brooding rage towards his father, I feared that I was somehow going to end up in the middle of whatever this was between them.

“Wait!” I pleaded, trying to unclasp Knox's hand around my wrist. “You're hurting me and I can't keep up.”

He didn't budge nor did he bother slowing down.

“Knox!”

He paused abruptly, I almost bumped into his back.

“I'm sorry,” the words came out before I could even think.

I shuddered from the fear of what his next action might be. I wasn’t blind to see that he clearly didn't give a crap about me or what I feel, and knowing how angry he was at the moment, I shrunk every discomfort deep inside of me and opted to do whatever he wanted as long as it would get me out of this mess quickly.

I walked in front of him and moved towards his car without uttering a word.

I heard him curse before the sound of his shoes against the solid ground filled my ears. The louder it grew, the more I'm reminded of Christipher's footsteps and the more the urge to just… run… vanish… grew.

“Get in,” he commanded as soon as he got to stand beside the door before I could.

His men retreated, sensing his rage, and all I did was simple. Obey without questions.

He shut the door with so much force. I whimpered.

I looked in the opposite direction, into the world outside the window, refusing to look towards his direction. I caught the man seated on the passenger's seat in front, stealing a glance at Knox. His gaze lingered a little bit longer than average, before he met mine.

These men were very strange and they all shared similar coldness.

I tore my gaze from his before he could read into them, then took a deep breath.

I reminded myself of a few minutes ago. How diabolical men like Knox were. Even the least of them. And how to never make the mistake of thinking they were saving or sympathising with me.

The drive was taking forever and the longer I stayed quiet, the more I felt a strange peace. Emptiness, rather, because I would be crazy to say that I was at peace sitting next to the man that traded my body and virtue to his old and grey psycho father.

I got out of the car when it finally came to a halt in the parking lot. I clenched my fist almost digging into my own skin in an attempt to suppress all my emotions before stepping out of the car.

One look from Knox, though, and all my efforts were almost wasted. Almost.

“Do you really have nothing to say to me?” I gulped.

I didn't care that we just got to his villa and that we had just stepped out of the car. Worse. Even though I could feel the bodies of his men ache to look in our direction, they didn't. The single look from this same man terrified me. It felt as if he was asking who I think I was to talk to Knox in such a manner.

I let out a bitter laugh while rubbing the back of my hand against my forehead.

“You know what? Just forget it.” I scoffed, walking past everyone with my gaze buried to the floor.

Yes, his villa was mighty, I could even get lost, but I didn't mind. I had had enough and all I wanted was not to see him again.

“Hey,” I waved impatiently at the maid in sight.

She hesitated, eyeing me from head to toe like I was a ghost.

“I think I'm lost and I need to get to my room.”

“The boss—”

“He let me go.”

The words left me on their own accord. It didn't seem enough to convince her, though, so I aimed for the flight of stairs, hoping to bump into a more willing maid on my way.

I did. I followed quietly behind her until we were in front of the door.

“Thank you.”

I shut the door before she could even respond, running my fingers through my hair. I ran towards the bed where I buried my face into the nearest pillow.

“Aghhhh!!!”

I emptied my grave misfortune as the very recent scenes sat properly in my mind. Of all the people, his own father… an old, filthy man!

After a while of self pity, I picked myself up and moved to the bathroom. Not that the water in the tub could wash away my sins, but at least I could feel lost and out of this world for a moment.

“Where is she?”

The same thick voice… the voice of my oppressor. How could it be that he followed me all the way to my thoughts. I shut my eyes tightly and relaxed further into the tub. He should be out of my mind as soon as I submerge myself completely in the water, but no.

“Yvette Morgan!”

Screw me!

This wasn't my head. He was really here. I turned on the shower so he would hear that I needed and wanted to be alone. I quickly sat up and reached for my towel when the sound of his footsteps kept approaching the door.

Silence.

My heart sped up, wondering what he would do next. Not that I'd be surprised if he barges into the bathroom.

“I'll be back soon,” he announced.

His tone had changed into something else entirely. Not pity nor remorse… it was… disturbingly void.

I recalled how he pushed his father. Not that I wanted to feel indebted to him. I couldn't let myself. Still, he had done me a second biggest favour after agreeing to save my mum. He had saved me from getting fucked by that old man.

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. “This needs to end soon. Really soon.”

Finally accepting that there was no hiding or running from this, I cleaned up and changed into clean clothes, then waited for him.

No one came.

The clouds were getting darker and the time was about after seven. Could he have forgot— why do I care?

I rolled my eyes, reminding myself that I didn't care and things would be great if the amount of time I have to see him is reduced or I don't see him at all.

I ate dinner, stayed up a bit longer, still, no one. My body was slowly shutting down on me, so I gave in in no time, praying silently that tomorrow goes easier on me.

***

Here I was again, drowning in my thoughts throughout the day. No one would let me go out or even let me contact my mum. I couldn't even get frustrated, I was enraged by Knox's unfairness and ruthless behaviour.

He hadn't even shown up since then and I couldn't count on him to at least let me see my mum.

A knock came suddenly. However, the door creaked open before I could answer.

“You lunatic!” I hissed at the mere sight of him. “What do you think you are, huh?! First you toss me to your father like my virtue is worth nothing, now you keep me locked out from the entire world??? Who the fucking hell do you think you are?!!”

Anger surged through me like never before. My breathing was ragged, but I didn't stop. I was more than ready to take on whatever punishment as long as I had given him a piece of my mind in full.

“Why are you suddenly mute like a statue? Do you finally accept how unfair this is to me or you happen to go dumb at night?!”

I shook my head, laughing through my heavy pants. Maybe I had finally struck his pride… maybe I had finally reminded him of his place as human not God. Maybe this was my victory, so I laughed again through all the ache.

“I don't have words tonight,” his voice almost made me jump. “But I do have something for you, Yvette,” he smirked, making me gulp. “I have thoughts about what you'd sound like screaming my name.”