My father and I were resting quietly when my mother came limping back into the room. She had a huge smile on her face, but it was clearly being faked for my benefit, because I was sure that I saw her wiping tears from her cheeks as she came through the door. "Everything okay, dear?" my father asked her with a knowing look on his face."Fine, Maxwell, everything is fine," she said as she nodded in his direction and slid back onto the bed next to me. I knew without a doubt that they were hiding something from me because she always put on such a big "it's all okay" act that even a child could see right through it."Mother, what is going on?" I looked her straight in her eyes and asked her as frankly as I could. "Everything is fine dear," she said while she played with my hair and stared away into space. "Julie, why don't we go and get some fresh air?" Maxwell asked her with a smile, and a very irritated look in his eye. She quickly agreed and struggled to pull her aching body back out
My father looked as though he was about to actually pass out at the thought of telling me the truth. I stood there quietly crying, and more than anxiously waiting for him to tell me why I couldn't just marry Lucas in order to not be taken. He held his breath for way too long, which quickly infuriated me. He stood there staring off into space for a really long time. He looked as though he was a million miles away at the moment, and I felt as though I was going to fucking explode right then and there.I waited as long as I could, trying my best to give him time to get his shit together, until I just couldn't wait anymore, my temper had gotten the best of me."Just tell me!" I finally shouted at him, while clenching my fists and stomping my foot like a spoiled child, snapping him back from his thoughts. He blinked his eyes manically for a second, and then he came back to our conversation. Tears started to quietly fall down his worried cheeks again, all on their own, and his face instantly
Maxwell sat quietly across the room and watched his wife and daughter sleeping peacefully together in the same hospital bed. His heart had never been so heavy and his mind had never been so tired. All that he ever wanted was to love those two and keep them safe. He inwardly cussed Edward and wanted to physically hurt him every single damn time he thought about it all. This whole damn situation was fucked up and it was all Edward's fault. He was the one who got into trouble, he was the one who didn't do as he promised and make the payments, and he was the one who raised that punk of a son who hurt his daughter. He silently wished that he had never even known Edward in the first place. He also vowed to himself that no matter what, one day he would get even with Edward for all of this madness that he carelessly caused.Just then his phone went off, ripping his mind back to reality. He blinked his eyes for a moment to try to focus back on the here and now.He picked up his phone to see a
Daniel and his father were locked in a heated argument when I was led through the back door and up the servant stairs of the exquisite mansion. "I'm not going to do it, father! I am not a piece of furniture that you can just trade off for business!" I heard Daniel shout at his father. "I have feelings, wants, and needs. I'm a human being you know?!" He screamed in utter disrespect."You will do as I say, or you will learn to live on your own. This matter is not up for debate!" His father shouted back "And If you must carry on with that dim witted, slutty actress, then you can keep her as a mistress. Just don't procreate with that idiot, I don't need any ugly red headed grandchildren running around here!" He demanded shamelessly."Other than that, I really don't care what you do with her!" He said in a disgusted tone."However, you WILL marry Stella." His father retorted angrily at his defiant son, his face becoming redder by the second. Hearing them fight like that made all of th
The music stopped and everyone was either startled or aggravated. Either way, it got really quiet. All that could be heard was the panicked, pitiful voice of the crying woman on the other side of the door. Daniel looked around at his family in a desperate manner, and then he locked eyes with me. After a few more seconds, he dropped his eyes to the floor and took a deep breath, just before he turned to open the door. "Don't you dare open that door," his father warned him through clenched teeth, with a serious look in his eyes. Daniel stopped and looked at his father directly in his soul, with his hand still on the doorknob. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a woman that I assume is his mother, stepped forward from behind them somewhere and interrupted him. She was a small woman with sun kissed Irish skin. She was over fifty, but she still had the most beautiful deep auburn hair that you ever did see. She was dressed in a navy blue, floor length gown, with a bustle.
I have no idea how long I have been asleep. I just remember slowly coming into consciousness. My stomach felt sick, and everything was spinning. My head was also pounding like a sledgehammer on concrete. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't cooperate. I felt like holy ass hell. I tried to speak, but my mouth was so incredibly dry that I couldn't even swallow. I felt completely hung over, but I don't remember drinking anything at all. I started to get scared, I just couldn't remember where the hell I was, or exactly what had happened to me. That's when I heard the voices talking to each other. I recognized them immediately, it was Daniel and that mean ass old bitch of a maid. "I know you were concerned about Catherine and the baby, but damn it Daniel, did you have to hit her like that?" The maid asked in disbelief. "I may have to marry her, but I don't have to like her," his salty voice replied. "Well I guess you have a point, but that doesn't seem very fair to Missy here," s
"I will absolutely not accept this, Edgar!" Stella's father raged at Daniel's father. The two had taken a leave from everyone else, and were having a pow wow in a private office. "I am truly sorry, Maxwell, I really am. I had no idea that Daniel was going to behave this way. We didn't raise him like this, it's that bitch Catherine, she's all inside of his head." Edgar apologized to his old friend profusely. "Did you happen to see what I saw in that room just now?" Maxwell asked incredulously, "I will not leave my daughter here to be subjected to a life of abuse. You're lucky that I don't have your whole family killed right now! I cannot tell you how pissed off I really am at the moment," Maxwell raged on. His face was bright red and he had huge veins bulging from his forehead. "You will just have to pay me back in the same way that I helped you in the first place, and don't you dare sit here and cry poor to me!" Stella's father roared. "I know good and well what you are worth Ed
"Really?" The enraged woman asked them incredulously as she lowered her eyes at them and put her hands on her hips, taking a stance of total disapproval. "This, this! This is what you're doing right now?" Julie shouted and pointed at them in total disbelief. "Calm down, darling, we were only just getting started," Edgar said as he sat up and handed his wife the throw blanket that was draped across the back of the couch. She immediately covered herself, but then she looked totally horrified, as she realized that he was still completely naked from the waist down…and he still had a raging hard on. "Edgar," she tried to interject, to no avail at all, because he just kept right on talking, like he didn't even hear her. "This is absolutely absurd!" Julie shouted as she pointed at Edgar with malice in her eyes. "My daughter is lying in there completely fucked up from the floor up…and you are in here getting laid?!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, while she seemed utterly oblivi