LOGINAfter pushing myself into the shower once my brain had stopped imagining the ways it wanted to see itself with Baxter, I stand under the water with my eyes closed hoping to wash all I had experienced yesterday off my body and down the drain. It had been a day like no other, I thought I had my day planned out when I woke up, it would be easy, getting to meet with my best friend for lunch and a coffee was the only time I was planning to leave my apartment. If only I would have known what was going to happen the moment I left my apartment, it was as I was getting into my car, I received the phone call from my fathers' workers claiming that he was having a heart attack. It was that very moment my entire life seemed to change, and each moment seemed to blur and morph into one, in this moment I still didn’t have any idea what was about to happen to me and if I was still set to marry Justin after all of this. Leading up to this point, my life has been completely normal, yes, my father
The dark car ride seemed to drag on after that conversation, neither of us spoke another word which didn’t help with the heaviness my eyes felt every couple of seconds. My day had been filled with such worry, fear, confusion and sprinting that I was the most mentally and physically exhausted I had ever been. With the sound of the steady engine running, it served as a lullaby and soon, I fell asleep with my head against the window. The loud sound of a horn blaring from somewhere outside jolts me awake out of my sleep, at first, I was a little disorientated and confused, my brain hadn’t quite caught up with the programme as to why I had woken up in a car. “Good morning, Princess.” Baxter’s voice spoke from beside me which is what led my brain to start to remember everything, my father’s pretend heart attack, the marriage, fleeing and meeting Baxter. “So, it wasn’t a dream?” I asked slowly looking around the car as I sat up slightly, my neck aching a little from laying in a car for
Once my sobs had subsided for the time being, the cold hours of winter plunging the city into darkness much earlier than usual gave Baxter and I the cover we needed to begin our escape. Even though I was still pretty unclear of where it was I was being taken, anywhere that wasn’t this town which my father and Justin were filling with their men looking for me was more than perfect. Rounding up the last of his things which he wanted to take, Baxter walks back into the living area where I stood, handing me over a black zip up hoodie. “Put this on, it will not only keep you warm but with the men who are prowling the streets looking for you, it may aid us in concealing your identity.” Baxter explained why the garment was suddenly placed into my hands, but with a smile understanding his thoughts but also somewhat glad I had something to keep me warm with the fact I’d left my coat in the first car I had taken when I believed my father was having a heart attack, I pull the black hoodie ov
That same panic which had somewhat calmed down since Baxter and I started talking soon clung to my senses again, I knew when Justin and especially, my father found out about my escape they’d be pissed but to hear the anger in Justin’s voice, it scared me to the absolute core. As the door pounded once again, Baxter seems to jump into action again and takes me by the hand pulling me deeper into the kitchen. Tears rolled down my cheeks as we reached the very edge of the kitchen where a brick wall stood, when my mind went to question how me standing next to a brick wall was going to help me hide from Justin, I wasn’t a chameleon with the ability to blend in to any of my surroundings! Baxter takes a hold of a certain section of the wall and pulls it away revealing some kind of hidden room. “Hide in there and I’ll deal with these men.” He tells me as the pounding on the door seems to worsen, my shaky hand still placed with Baxter’s giant one as my eyes locked on the direction of the main
Once I had unglued myself from the middle of the room, I linger close to the windows, hiding behind the large curtains looking down at the men who frantically, looked all over for me. From their expressions and the way they threw some of the items they looked inside for me across the street, it was clear they were growing more than frustrated. “You must be rather important.” My mysterious rescuer says from behind me, turning my head away from the window and deeper into the room, he leant against the circle island in the kitchen watching me stood by the window. “I mean regular people do not have a team of men seeming to guard them and now, searching through bins to find them.” He continued with his point crossing those muscular arms over his chest with a smile but also, a look of intrigue in his eyes. “I’m not important, it’s what others seek to gain from putting me into certain situations which is the important thing.” I sighed allowing my eyes to drift back outside just as another
All I could seem to do in those long moments after, was sit in an extremely expensive car which appeared to be Justin’s, my new security detail beside me, in complete silence, I still couldn’t quite understand what had happened in that office and why such a thing was happening! I knew my father was a very power hungry man and seemed to always have a multitude of plans to gain even more of that power he holds so tightly, but I didn’t think he’d go so far as to ship me off with the first man he could find whose daddy had a lot of money! I should have known this would be my fathers next plan, all he has spoken about each time we have seen each other for the past couple of months was marriage, telling me that it was about time I settled down. At first, I thought he was saying those things to be spiteful, I had just broken up with my longtime boyfriend Peter, a man I thought I would marry one day and we’d live happily ever after. It appeared Peter as like my father, had different ideas an







