We sit in absolute silence in the car for the third time today leaving the party hall, I’m glad the day finally is over. I just want to get home, climb in my bed, and forget all about today, at least for a few hours. If I’m lucky, I won’t run into Eunice and Monica. I swallowed, my throat, still tight from the emotions of the day “Can I go home now?” “We are on our way home” I glanced out the window and watched as we drove past the road that would lead to my house. My eyes jumped from him to the driver at the front, wondering if I should call his attention as he kept driving further and further away. It took courage but I finally voiced to the man beside me, “I mean my own home” “You live with me from now on” I almost swallowed my tongue, heat spreading up my neck in frustration, “Bu-but my things…” I trailed off. “I’ll have someone pick them up by morning,” he says effectively putting an end to the discussion. I sit tensed, my fingers clasped tightly around the clutch in my la

I groaned at the sound of the door opening, can this day end already? I’m begging at this point. I’ve never had a more eventful day in my twenty years of leaving. Or a worse one. I’d come back to the room, pissed, my heart pounding in my chest, cursing at Ian and my tendency to get the short end of the stick. I was surprised to find another maid there and in no mood for company, she introduced herself as Alice or was it Amelia? Asking if I needed help changing or if I’d like to wait for Ian. I sent her away with a simple “no” and I meant that to both, I could damned well undress myself, and I prayed I didn't have to see Ian for a while, clearly my prayers went unanswered as he is here not less than an hour later. I flip on the light closest to me. “Good to see you’re settling in nicely” he is dressed the same as he was in his office earlier, sans bow tie, his pants tucked into his pants, a black belt at his trim waist, and a hand in his pocket. He looked so good it was irri

It had been surprisingly easy to leave Ian’s house this morning, I simply got dressed and grabbed my keys which were delivered along with my other stuff. I’d found my car in the driveway, I got in and drove out. I half expected the security to prevent me from leaving, or for someone to come from the house calling my name or shouting “Stop her!” But there was nothing of that nature. Sometimes my mind conjures overly dramatic events. I eased my car through the gates and drove down the path. Keeping one eye on the road, I searched through my bag for my phone, looking up Google Maps to drive out of the estate and find directions to my school. Now after my first class, I leave the campus for my meeting with Mr. Alfred. He sent me the location of a coffee shop not too far from the campus. If I drive over now, I should make it back in time for my next class. Thankfully it takes me a short time to find a parking spot, a Honda pulls out and I immediately claim the spot. Turn off the car and

“Where have you been?” Ian is sitting in the living area, his black hair the same color as his suit, one leg crossed at his knee, his eyes trained on his phone, holding a second one to his ear. But I know he is talking to me. I was hoping to quietly pass by my room without having to engage him.“School” I answered. I was exhausted from my classes, moody as I am from the day I've had I don’t feel like dealing with him right now. I had half a mind of driving back to my father’s house but I didn’t out of fear of breaking the arrangement, knowing Ian, he is probably hoping I’d do just that and then he would make it seem like a breach of contract. So, I drove here, pissed at my situation but it’s better this way for now. He finally dragged his eyes from his phone to me, he placed the other on the arm of the white couch. His gaze swept from my face to my convers-covered feet then back up “If you are going to insist on continuing, I will assign one of my men to you” I blinked slowly. “

The next evening, I sat crossed legs on my bed, typing away on my laptop, texting occasionally with Hannah. She’s complaining about a slutty girl who keeps hanging around Kyle. I’m trying to dissuade her from plucking out said slutty girl's hair and scratching her eyes out, because I’m miles away from campus and won’t be able to bail her out of jail. From my bag pack, I bring out a pack of peanuts and a bottle of water. Poping the nuts in my mouth as I read a chapter in my textbook, I go over it a few times and then take down some notes. We should be having tests in a few weeks and then exams, I already pleaded for extensions on my assignments, but I doubt they'd do the same for tests.When I raise my head I see it’s past midnight, I feel cross-eyed, my brain a little fried from studying. The last text from Hannah was twenty minutes ago saying she and Kyle were driving home. I imagined they were probably having sex and all is right in their world once more. I packed my books, puttin