We don't speak for the rest of the night. Damon cuddles me as I sleep, yet in my mind, I am worried. I'm worried that the woman who was attacked is down to Paul. I'm worried that Paul is actually now trying to kill me. I'm also worried that all it will take is Damon to see Paul walk out of my room one more time for him to figure out something is going on. I wake up and cuddle closer to him as I feel his finger stroke down my back. I stay still, pretending I am asleep just so we get longer to cuddle before he insists on me getting up and drinking water. It's perfect, and I have to smile because here with him feels like home. I feel more welcomed here than I do in my parents’ house. "One day, baby girl, one day soon, I will tell you." His words confuse me, and I hear him sigh. "Soon." He moves slightly, and I decide now is the time for me to pretend he woke me with his movements. I move slightly and yawn, feeling him pulling me into his arms mor

I walk to my dad. He turns and smiles. His smile dropping. "Princess?" "I'm fine, but I have to get back. They called and needed me in daddy." That is my excuse. "Okay, but meet some of the guys, say hello to the old ones you know." He sits me down. "Everyone remember my princess, Trix? She's my little angel." My dad smiles at me, and I hear a laugh. I look up to see Damon glaring our way. "Sure, daddy’s little angel." I stare at him, shocked. "What?" My dad turns and looks at him. "Oh, I forgot, we all act like little Trix is a virgin, but we all know she isn't. She likes her bikers." I feel my heart shatter, my dad glancing around. His eyes settle on Trevor. Shit! "You!" My dad steps towards him. "Not me. I think you should look closer to home, Scorpion, two people very close to your home, as news travels fast." "Apparently not, as I didn't even see it happening right under my n

I have watched as yet another month passes. Paul has barely spoken about me getting a job. I wonder if he will allow it? He seems quiet, almost like he is rethinking his plan. I do my best to act like the perfect girlfriend. I cook his meals, clean the apartment. Do everything he says and follow his orders as soon as he says them. I'm lucky I know him, know what he expects. It means when we talk, my mind is quick to tell me what to say. The things that make him smile and feel safer. Like I won't run, but I will. I will be running. I've watched him the entire month. The baby, to him, is money. I've listened to his calls, to him finding someone who would buy the baby. It just confirms I need to escape sooner rather than later. I can't let him sell the baby, so even if I struggle to get free, I will find a way to make sure the baby is safe. He wants money, an idea comes. An idea which might mean if I can't escape before I have the baby, we keep i

I have spent the week asleep. I’ve barely left the bedroom. Damon keeps sleeping on the chair. I’m not sure if he is staying away because he is worried about how it will affect me or if he isn’t ready to let me in yet. I have slept a lot. In between it, I have eaten and drank water. Trying to gain back my strength. Every time I get in the bath, I avoid the mirror. I still feel the cuts and bruises. I had to laugh at that. I refused not to bathe, so Damon got a stand in it. Now when I am in the bath, my leg can stay raised above the water. The cast is staying dry. It’s awkward, especially with my stomach, but it’s better than nothing. I haven’t really seen my dad. I have heard him. I have heard Damon telling him repeatedly that I am asleep, tired or worn out and need my rest. I’m grateful for that. My dad won’t understand, and I know I need to see him. He will be angry. I kept everything a secret, though. I get dressed and use the crutches to walk out. I don’t

I look at Damon and wait for him to tell me where we're going, but he doesn't. After so long, he stops outside some shops and pretty much just drags me along with him. "What are we doing, Daddy?" I question, but he ignores. "Okay, so you're not even going to tell me?" I continue to waddle beside him, but his silence is making me nervous. "Okay, so apparently, daddy would suit being a slave and a pup. He is good at staying silent." That stops him. My smile widens, and his eyes look at me, shocked. "I dare you to do it, daddy." I smile, feeling excited just seeing him as him. "Not happening. Come on, just let it be a surprise, please." He looks at me, waiting, and I nod. We walk, and a few minutes later, we're walking into a shop. I wasn't even paying attention to things, so I had no idea what it was until we were inside. I look at the walls and see houses. Is he seriously planning to buy a house? "Daddy, what are we doing here?"