Soul Ties

Chapter 25 [That One Verse..]

1 Peter 5:7
Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.

Ziana
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Word Count: 4544

I dont know what im still doing here.. in this man's house but this man is about to be my husband and sooner than later, i have no other place to go so i support Miller letting me stay here earlier on is kind.

His mom and the little girl disappeared out of sight thank God.

Every time i see any type of little kid i start to freak out because it becomes such a reality to me, i know im 25 but my life is moving faster than ever now.

One day i was struggling in a tiny bungalow with my parents hardly making it by and now im in what seems like a palace, pregnant about to be married to the chief officer of Philadelphia.

What would be a dream to many others has become a nightmare to me.

I just sent my millionth text message to my mother trying to see what is going on with her but each message comes back delivered.. i know pops probably took her phone and is trying to make sure she doesnt know about me and what happened,

It could be for the best but who knows, if i am having this baby soon and the worst has already happened i atleast want my mother by my side no matter how selfish that sounds.

Its getting dark out and the chief still hasnt come back to his house yet, this is technically my first night living here i mean i know that we promised there would be no feelings involved but i didnt expect to be abandoned in this castle alone so early.

Ive been stuck in this room that he put me in ever since, if im being honest this house is so big i dont know what could possibly be hiding in one of these rooms. I have been so used to living so close to other people that i dont know how to live alone...

I get up from the king sized bed with matte silver sheets and a huge mirror headboard, behind the bed is a photo frame with a picture of a bird on it, almost like a dove laying over my head as i sleep. I found some comfort in that.

I began to walk over to the other end of the gigantic room which had a warm white dresser beside the massive window that dropped down to the floor covered by a draping long grey curtain.

The drawer was empty almost like it were cleared out for me already...

or maybe nobody else lived here at all. It's clearly all in my head.

I run my fingers along the top of it and found that they were stopped by a silver Rolex, the mechanism of a genius found inside of it, i picked it up gently and admired its workings, its silent swooshes being the only sound in the pitch quiet room.

Then i turned it to the side and saw writing inscribed in the back of it

To my loving son, from Henry...

It must be millers, now that i think about it his pops is the only one i haven't met yet... i wonder if he abandoned him like mine did..

will trauma bonding be our thing?

All of a sudden i turned into a detective and began a scavenger hunt around the entire house seeing who it is that i actually agreed to marrying. something i should've done a long time ago but better now than never.