Underground

Chapter 57

Emerys POV

Once we walked out of Rains Room, I smacked Xavier behind the head.

"Oww," he said rubbing his head "what was that for?".

"Why the hell would you tell my sister we were getting married," I asked.

"Because we are," he said walking off.

Because we are?. I know for a fact he didn't tell his dad anything. Wait, why hasn't he told his dad.

"You didn't tell your dad, did you," I asked, walking behind him.

"No, because I don't wanna be in an arranged marriage," he said.

I forgot about that, that's the only reason I agree to be Xavier's fake fiancée.

"Ohh," I said, stopping in my tracks.

"Hey, wait for me," I said while jogging behind him.

"Walk faster then," he said.

"I don't get why you're going to let your dad put you in an arranged marriage, you're a grown-ass man," I said walking with him to the car.

"Well that's not how it works in the mafia," he said, opening the car door.

"What else happens in the mafia?" I asked opening the door.

"People who cross me die," he said and got in the car.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that," I said to myself getting into the car after.

"Can you hurry back home? I have to go somewhere" I said, buckling my seat belt.

"Where," he asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Work," I said.

"You're still working at the strip club," he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"After what happened," he asked.

"Yup," I said.

"Why," he asked.

"Probably because I need money to pay for stuff," I said.

"Well I could help," he said.

I turned my head to him and said, "I'm not taking your money"

He looks at me then back to the road. "I knew you were going to say that," he said, nodding his head.

"But you can think of it as a loan," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"The answer is no," I said, looking back to the road and crossing my arms.

"I just don't think you should work at the strip club," he said.

"And why is that," I asked.

"Because last time you were at the strip club you got kidnapped," he said.

"Yeah, and whose fault is that," I asked.

Xavier kept his mouth shut, in the corner of my eyes I can see he's pissed. Was it wrong for me to say that? Maybe. Do I care that it pissed him off? Maybe a little.

Even though after everything and me and Xavier aren't together, I admit I do still have feelings for him still, and a strong feeling that probably won't fade away for a long time.

Once we pulled up to the house Xavier stormed out of the car without saying anything. I finally got out of the car once I saw him enter the house. I went inside and went to my room. I walked to the closest looking for what to wear tonight.

While deciding on what to wear, I started to think if Xavier was right. Should I get working at the strip club, after everything? Nothing would happen like last time....right?.

"You ready"

I gasped, turned my head and saw Grace standing there.

"Sorry," she said.

"It's ok," I said.

"So I little birdy told me you're going back back to the strip club," she said sitting on the couch that was in the closet.

"Was that little birdy Xaiver," I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Yup," she said. "But I think he's right," she said.

Great, not her too.

"Why," I said looking through my closet.

"Because it won't be the same," she said.

What is that supposed to mean?.

"You might think going back to how things were, like working at the strip club the same, is going to be the same. What happens if you can't even look at the club without thinking about that night? "She said.

"Well I have to find out one way or another," I said, pulling some clothes off the hangers.

"I don't know how to say this," she said.

I looked and she said, "Say what," I asked, putting the clothes in a bag.

"I think you should go to therapy," she said.

I stopped what I was doing and turned my attention to her.

"Therapy?" I asked.

"Yes, you've been through a lot, and you haven't talked to no one about it. You need to talk to someone" Grace said.

Do I need therapy?. I never really thought about therapy.

"I don't know," I said walking to the shoes with my back facing her.

"Just think about it.....ok," she said.

I didn't say anything but just stand there and listen to her footsteps walking away.

Therapy? That's something I never thought someone would mention to me. Do I need therapy? Yeah, I was raped, kidnapped, and abused by my kidnapper. I probably should talk to someone instead of keeping everything bottled up inside, but I'm doing fine...kinda.

"No," I whispered to myself.