WARNING - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TRACES OF VIOLENCE AND VERBAL ABUSE WHICH MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME READERS- BE WARNED!.
.....I forgot about Elijah.
"Uhm, since you both are here, may I excuse myself ? I didn't tell my boyfriend I was here".
I explained to his mother. "Oh, of course you can, we apologize for the inconveniences we may have caused both of you, thanks again Sam".
I nodded and went into Rebecca's room.
I filled the bag that once contained the new clothes Nicholas bought for me and with my things.
Nicholas was nice enough to notice I came to his house with bare feet so he bought me a pair of sneakers, although they were quite small, they can take me home......
I hope he isn't home....
I rushed out with the bag without saying a second goodbye.....
When I got home, I saw Elijah sitting on the couch, silently.
I flinched when I saw him, why was he quiet- should I go back?
I hid the bag behind me, when I saw him stand up and approach me, he stopped at a distance and observed me from head to toe.
"Where are you coming from". He asked, I was too scared to answer, I didn't dare look at his face even once.
"Where the hell are you coming from Samantha?!". I jumped at my spot.
"Work." I replied biting my lips.
"Which work are we talking about for two days?"
"M-my boss needed me for something urgent, so I had to go, that's why I sent you that text."
"Which new boss is this that I don't know about- forget that, what kind of work made this boss of yours buy you new clothes and a new shoe
A man bought you all this right? You can't tell me just 'work' made him but this expensive outfit for you, you thought I wouldn't be at home to see it right?..... don't f*cking keep silent and answer me!".
"I...."
"What's in the bag?". He asked, I tightened my grip around the handle of the bag and moved backwards towards the door.
"Do you want to die? ....I asked what's in the bag!".
He grabbed my arm and yanked it roughly, my grip on the bag loosened due to the pain.
He pushed me aside and picked up the bag, pouring it's content to the floor, I only stood there quietly holding my arm.
The broken heels were on the floor, the dress soiled with dirt and blood from my injury, my purse and my phone.
He squatted down and picked up the phone then waved it at my face.
"I called you almost 20 times yesterday".
"I fell from the stairs back at the party, so my phone got bad, I broke my heels, bruised my knee and soiled my dress....
I got a new job as a house keeper.....for a man, he was ill so I went to take care of him, he saw the condition of my clothes and bought me a new one....
You have to believe me, that's what happened, I wanted to tell you about the job earlier but I missed the chance..
I also know you don't want me to work for a man, so my plan was to get some money and quit-"
"Shut up, do you expect me to believe that, you fell from the stairs, broke your heels, broke your phone, broke your head too right?.....do you think you're a f*cking cartoon character?
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BROKEN HEART
Romance...."Is that guy who treats you like trash really better than me or are you willing to forever remain ignorant until you get hospitalized for his sake?".His eyes burned in anger, he had told himself to handle this rationally, but the words that came...
