I pace around my tiny apartment, waiting for the other shoe to drop, glancing occasionally at my phone to see if I've been contacted. When I told Ashley the whole ordeal, she told me she had to end the call to start planning for my burial and even went as far as asking me who and who I wanted to be at the burial. When my phone screen lights up, I run towards it, only to find out it's just my dad calling. “Hello, father.” I say in a cold tone once I pick up the call. In my dictionary, those two words could be taken to mean ‘Why the hell are you calling me?’ ‘how much do you need from me?’ “Aella, your tantrums have gone on for far too long. It's time to come home.” My Father says in a stern tone. I breathe in heavily, not knowing how to express to this narcissistic person that I do not intend to come back home any time soon. “I'm not coming back home, father. I have an apartment and a job, and I'm doing just okay.” I say to him with a tight strained smile I hope he can sense from

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICITLY DESCRIBED SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. PLEASE, DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SUCH.“What are you going to do?” I ask Roman in a very small voice. “Come here, princess.” Roman says holding his hand out to me. I look from his hand back to his face and back again, moving robotically towards him. When I'm alone in my apartment later, I will dissect my actions and come up with plausible reasons why in this moment rather than moving away from him I'm moving towards him. The drive down here had been filled with thick silence. I hadn't dared to say a word to him due to my fear and nervousness. When he took a wrong turn away from my apartment, I told him so but he barely responded with a ‘I'm not taking you home.’ Roman pulls me across the threshold of his very amazing lounge area and into a very spacious bedroom. “Take off your clothes.” Roman says in a very calm tone. I hold on to the frilly dress, very grateful for all the extra unnecessary fab

“What are you talking about, I'm not owing you any money at all.” I say to Roman trying to think of a time when I had needed money from him. Could it have been those two years I can't seem to remember anything about? One of Roman's goons at his indication steps forward and hands me a brown-colored file. I stare at the file in his hands for some time before finally taking it from him. “You might want to sit down for that.” Roman says in a mocking tone. I glare at him before sitting down on the single chair closest to me. I flip open the file and read the heading which says, “Accrued Medical bills.” I frown as I read the figures which must be obviously exaggerated. Just for an upgrade in room costs fifteen thousand dollars per week. The drugs and everything including the extremely comfortable bed as well as the extra services of the nurses and doctor cost more than half a million. I feel my eyes fill with tears and I feel lightheaded at the same time. How the hell am I going to pa

I stumble back into my room, wondering why I had not resisted the urge to find out what was behind the locked door. Roman keeps stalking toward me and with no sense of direction, I fall to the ground, only managing to get on my knees before Roman stops in front of me. Roman looks at me with a self assured smirk adorning his face, cradling my head in his palms he says, “I must say, princess, I love you on your knees before me." I try to scramble away but Roman refuses to let me go, he tightens his fist around my hair, pulling me into him until I'm eye level with his growing bulge. “Let me go, Roman.” I seethe. “Beg me, princess. Make it believable.” Roman says with a sharklike grin that turns my insides into a quivering mess. Not willing to spend another minute on this damn floor and after realising that no matter how hard I struggle, I would not be able to break free from his grasp, I give into his wishes. “Please. Let. Me. Go.” I say angrily through clenched jaw. “Try again, p

The lady whirls around, looking a little bit stunned when she sees me. “Hi, I'm Georgia.” I look at her outstretched hands for a minute before taking it in mine, “I'm Aella.” I say, finally enclosing her hand with mine. “I know this is too soon, but I'm hoping we can spend some more time together, I've missed you.” Georgia says, smiling brightly. “Do I know you?” I ask, not concerned that I might sound a bit rude. Georgia looks at Roman for guidance, probably confused by my question. “I told you not to overwhelm her. She can get to know you later.” Roman says. “Do we know each other?” I ask, interrupting their little chat. “Yeah, we did.” Georgia says, not offering any explanation. I guess she has also been warned against divulging any information on my past. “Hope you had a good day, princess.” Roman asks in an annoyingly inquisitive tone. I glare at him, refusing to humor him or get myself more worked up. On seeing that I was not going to offer any response, Roman leaves me