Louisa's POV"Louisa, you look... Amazing! Unbelievably stunning!"Jackie looked at me and said.Leah stared at me with amazement.Both Jackie and Leah were wearing long white chiffon dresses.They looked so rich, so elegant, so sophisticated, so... different from their everyday look that I couldn't even recognize them at first sight.The limousine we were sitting in cruised silently forward. Nobody told me whose limo was. I wanted to ask, but I didn't even bother. I knew no one would tell me anything.It must have something to do with Lucas. No one had ever made so much impact on me the way Lucas did. I couldn't fathom why. Was it his looks? His body? His shit-eating smile? Or his power and wealth?My heart failed to steady to its regular rhythm at all.I shook my head. What was that? Did I get a sudden rush of adrenaline attack even by thinking about Lucas?I looked up to give a sigh and I saw stars on the ceiling of the limo, which was kind of weird, because if a person could affor
Louisa's POVJessica's eyes were full of hostility and disgust."She didn't steal anything, Jessica!" Jackie defended me. "Shut up and pour more wine into your hole.""Well, well, well," Jessica rolled her eyes and said. "Then could you please explain to me how a girl, who was born into a horse farmers' family, who used to work in a strip club, could afford something so expensive like that?""Because I lent it to her." An authoritative female voice appeared.I looked back and saw a queen-like woman, surrounded by servants and maids, making her way into the yard with graceful elegance and radiant gentleness. Wherever she walked, people withdrew and bowed slightly. It seemed that nobody dared to look at her directly into her eyes.Is she an aristocrat? A duchess or a princess? The heir to a throne or something?Jessica, who had always been so domineering and aggressive, had to reduce herself to a bow in front of this lady."Good evening, Mrs. Farrow," she mumbled nervously.Mrs. Farrow?
Louisa's POVNothing calms me down better than music. I've been practicing playing the piano for at least a decade. My mom thought it was a waste of time and money for someone like me, but my dad insisted on paying ten dollars per hour to let me practice in a Piano Room that was located next to a public toilet in town."She looks like an angel when she plays." He would comment with a proud smile on his face.How I wished I could go back to my parents right now! I couldn't wait to tell them everything I had been through these days!I opened the lid and adjusted the height of the seat.The moment the tip of my fingers touched the cold black and white keys, I was set free.All the stress, pressure, and shame disappeared.With a raised head and chest, I took a glance at the silver moonlight pouring from the windows and started to play.It was my favorite piece, "Clair de lune" by Debussy.Moonlight.It was definitely Debussy's masterpiece. It was a translucent version of a poem.Whenever
Louisa's POVWhat am I supposed to do? Do I have to make a squeaking sound like a rat? But let's face it, making a squeaking sound doesn't really change me into a rat, does it?!I totally freaked out."Don't be stupid. There's no rat in this house," Lucas mumbled.How could he be so drunk yet still manage to give a woman organism?That was a myth."No, I heard it! It was a rat!" the girl insisted.Shut up, bitch. Enjoy your fucking annal sex and leave me alone! Just do whatever you're supposed to do and walk away!The sound of thrusting ceased.My heart sank.No... Is he going to drag me out of my shelter? Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat?!I covered my mouth, so I didn't scream out. But I didn't think it would make any difference, because my heart was pounding so loud that the whole floor was vibrating.I heard the sound of steps walking away from the sofa. Then, the sound of pouring liquid into a glass.The girl whined, "Lucas, what are you doing? Are you going to take a look at w
Louisa's POVThe faster I spoke, the angrier I became. In the end, I found myself holding his arms with both of my hands.Lucas, looking amused, held my hands in his and said in a calm voice, "If you need money, you can always call me. I thought Leo had already informed you about this.""But I don't need your filthy money!"Lucas carried me up and placed me in front of a mirror.There are mirrors on both sides of the wall. I looked at our infinite reflections and secretly felt happy that he was about to take me to infinity.I'm so deeply attached to this fucking asshole. I looked like a plaster on his arm!"Look at your reflection in the mirror, Louisa." Lucas wrapped his arm around my waist and forced me to stand up. His body was tightly pressed against my back. "That's the person you really are and that's the person you're supposed to be. I know it can be very challenging for you to accept the fact that I haven't been there for you in the past 19 years of your life. But the only thi
Louisa's POVI was standing on the sidewalk, wearing absolutely nothing.This part of the town was quite remote, so no one was around at this time during the day.Occasionally, I could see stray cats running across the road. They stared at me with sympathy, like I was one of them.How I wished I could be a stray cat right now! I didn't mind running on the street and eating garbage for a living. At least they were covered by fur and I didn't even have a single hair on my skin. Plus, if I were a stray cat, I wouldn't need to be bothered by my parents' financial strain. I wouldn't need to look for a job. I wouldn't be bothered by an asshole like Lucas Farrow and his whole fucking pack of gangsters, including my best friends Leah and Jackie.I couldn't believe my own best friends would turn on me for Lucas' sake.They practically abducted me and had my crotch waxed! What kind of best friends did things like that?!However, I couldn't blame them because it seemed Lucas threatened them as w
Louisa's POVBefore I was about to interrogate him, Leo continued, "Louisa, you have to understand that from now on, your business is our business. No matter whether you like it or not. If you need money, you can always give Luke a call...""So he can fuck me like one of his whores?! So I can get paid?! Not every poor girl is a prostitute! Do you know how pathetic and politically incorrect you are?!" I leered at him.I couldn't believe I was having this kind of conversation."Last time I checked, he was trying to offer you a job, not paying you for a fuck.""He asked me to be his personal assistant and required me to stand by 24x7 and do whatever he asked me to do...""Which is a decent job that doesn't involve dressing up in a short tight skirt, cleaning up shit.""Leo! I'm poor, but I'm not stupid! I have dignity!" I wanted to bite his head off.Leo shrugged again and said, "Louisa, trust me, I understand. You saw how Luke treats other women. That's why you're terrified. But please
"Where have you been? Is that makeup on your face? What happened to your hair?" My mom showered me with a string of questions."We've called Jackie's parents, they told us that you weren't working at their grocery store. Where have you been?" My dad looked at me worriedly."I was at a friend's party. It was dreadful, so I came back. Nothing happened. Don't worry about me." I waved my hand and said.Feeling exhausted, I really couldn't afford to face the music.But my mom was clearly determined not to let me get away with this one -"Louisa, what have you been doing recently? You have never lied to us before. We've been calling all this time!"I lowered my head and whispered, "Sorry, mom. I left my phone in my backpack and I left it in Leah's car. I'll get it tomorrow.""Louisa, both your mom and I stayed up late till this hour waiting for you. Don't you think that we deserve the truth, not the excuses?" my dad asked.His voice was reserved and calm as ever, but I could tell that he