Mercedes never thought much of the popular saying
'The sins of the father becomes that of the child", that is until it happened to her.
Forcefully brought to a strange place by foreign men. All Mercedes can think about is her escape plan. A plan she...
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The closer I got to his study, the more anxious I felt. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a camera in his kitchen and watched me sprinkle the gelatin into his extremely peppery food. I wiped my sweaty hands on the sides of my shorts before knocking thrice on his door.
"Come in Molina." I heard behind the door. Maybe it was because I was nervous he'd know what I'd done but my heart raced when he called me by my surname. My hands gripped the knob and twisted it open.
"I'm done with your lunch." I walked to the far end of the large study where his desk rested and dropped the tray of food on his table.
"Now, can I call my friend?" I stared down at the ground. I tried my best to stop glancing at the food. I didn't need him growing suspicious.
He was quiet. That scared me. What if he had changed his mind? What if he was never going to keep his end? What if making this meal wasn't enough, what if he wanted more. What if-
"Have you eaten?"
"Yes." I lied immediately
He hummed before picking up the fork from the tray. He stared at the food for some seconds before gesturing the fork towards me "After you."
I stared at the wicked glint in his eyes before staring back at the food.
“This is your food, I've had mine.” I tried my best not to stutter.
“Eat Mercedes.” he urged.
Fuck.
"I'll be back, let me get another fork from the kitchen-"
"What's wrong with this one?"
"I-I'ts...I'd rather get another-"
"Eat Mercedes." He sounded so calm yet so commanding. He was like a ticking bomb, ready to blow up the moment his patience timed out.
“O-okay.” I took a step closer and sat on the chair in front of his desk. If I refused any further he would've gotten suspicious.
Just once, I just have to chew and swallow it. I didn't even have to chew, all I needed to do was swallow.
I stared at the steam coming out of the plate before I leaned closer. Fuck it. I really do hate peppery food.
Lord help me
I said a short prayer in my mind before digging the fork into the plate of food.
Immediately I lifted my fork from the plate my eyes widened with confusion as it fell from the table. Everything went in slow motion and I watched it fall.
How..how did it fall. I didn't touch the plate. Ermanno would think I pushed it. He would think I put something in the food and pushed it to avoid eating it. He would not let me speak to Rachel. He would do everything in his power to make me suffer more than I am already.
Oh God, I would've just eaten the food, I should've. Now I wouldn't be able to speak to my sister. I wouldn't be able tell her how much I miss her, how much I love her.
Tears pricked my eyes as I felt a burning sensation on my laps but a greater one in my heart. He would be so angry, his eyes would blaze. I finally gathered enough courage to look at him in his eyes and use my last breath to convince him that I didn't push the plate, at least not intentionally.
I rose my gaze to his, ready for whatever he had to say, ready for his eyes to pierce daggers into my soul but instead I was met with the look of concern.
“Dio mio, what are you doing!? Get up!”
Get up? Why should I...
Immediately I looked down at my laps and cursed myself for deciding to wear shorts today. I jumped up in pain and the hot food which rested on my laps for so long finally touched the ground.
“What is your problem Mercedes. Just look at how you've burned yourself.” he scolded as he examined my laps. "Come here," he reached for my hand but I took a step backwards.
“I'm fine. I can take care of myself." The burn really hurt, but what would hurt more is me letting him pretend he cares and making him forget that he is the source of all my problems.
“And yet you got yourself burned. Follow me so we can put some water on that wound.”
“I'm fine, Mr Ermanno. What I really need now is to speak to my friend. If you need me to make you another food to do that then I'll be on my way to the kitchen-”
“I need you to stop being so damn stubborn and let me treat your burn.” he moved closer to me, closing the gap between us and staring at me with his deep grey eyes. Enchanting, one might call it.
"Why? You didn't tend to the bruises I got from being locked up in that warehouse, neither did you the one that your puppet of a police gave me. All the injuries I've obtained since I got her, I've taken care of myself. I will do the same for this burn.” I stormed out of his study, my fists rolled into balls and my breath heavy.
What gave him the right, to touch me, to treat my burn. What makes him feel so entitled to my obedience.
“Mercedes.” I heard him call but I ignored his voice as I stormed the hallway. “Mercedes!” he finally caught up to me and seized my hand. My watery eyes met his. My laps hurt so much but I just couldn't cry in his presence.
“Mr Ermanno, please let-”
“Your phone is on my desk,” my heart skipped a beat as I gasped. Was this real? Was any of this real? I'll finally get to speak to Rachel. I couldn't believe my ears. “fifteen minutes, I'll give you fifteen minutes to speak to Miss Bennet.” that was more than enough. “But in return, you must let me nurse your burn.”
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________________________________ Alright guys! The twenty seventh chapter of GATM! If you liked it, please comment, vote and share!
I apologize for being inactive for a while. I've had a lot going on with school and other things. It's hard to believe I started this book when I was still in highschool and now I'm in my second year of uni. We've really gone a long way.
