Chapter 6

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Chapter 6
(Sara Daniels POV)
I had just arrived back at the hotel from shopping at the Livingston mall across the street. When I walked in, I saw a blonde lady at the front desk. As I walked pasted her, all I could think was that she looked like Ms. Samantha Livingston, the mall owner.
I went into the elevator and walked inside finding to be in the same elevator with Mr. Carlton, Aaron's father. He starred at me, and I ignored him, as I pressed the button to go to my floor.
The elevator ride was silent. He said nothing, and I said nothing. When the elevator arrived at my floor, we both got off. I went to my room, and he followed. As I unlocked the door, he stopped me. "Ms. Daniels was it?"
I turned around to face him, "Yes, sir."
He looked at me, "Why are you staying in this room?"
I stared at him in confusion. "I'm sorry?"
"Are you not my son's girlfriend?"
I stared at him, "I am, but what does that have anything to..."
"Well, follow me."
He started to walk to a door. He swiped a card into the card slot. It allowed him access to open the door. Once he opened the door, there was a set of stairs. He walked up them, and then he turned around to face me. "Coming?"
I nodded my head and followed him up the white staircase.
"Taylor, I told you I was fine." Aaron yelled.
His father went into his room, "What the hell are you doing lying down? You have worked to do." I heard him yell at Aaron. Then, I heard a slap.
I rushed into the bedroom to see what had happened. Aaron was kneeled on the ground with his hands covering his body. I looked at the frightened Aaron and then at Mr. Carlton. He had no expression. "I expected you to go back to work. I do not care if you are ill or not. You must make this business money. I will be telling your grandfather that you have been sleeping on the job. Now, Sara, I'm sorry you had to see the misbehavior of my son."
Aaron looked at me. Tears had started to flow from my eyes. Aaron got up and walked to me. However, Mr. Carlton grabbed his arm back. "Where do you think you are going?"
"Stop!" I screamed. Mr. Carlton let go of Aaron and walked to me. "He'll go back to work. I'll watch him."
Mr. Carlton looked impressed, "Alright." He started to walk out of the room, but before he left he said, "You are lucky she is here." Then, he left.
I was trembling. My eyes were watery, but I put them in the direction Aaron was in. "Are you alright? Do I need to get nurse?"
"No," he said, grabbing my hands. "Are you okay?"
"Why did he do that to you?"
"It's a long story, but why did you come?"
I took a deep breath, "He stopped me in the hallway and told me I should be in here."
He looked at me. "Well, you can go back to your room. I have work to do," he said, fainting to the floor.
"Aaron?"
"Sara? Will you help me to my bed?"
I did as he asked. "Will you grab that laptop over there?"
It was on a rusty desk across the room. As I was making my way back to him, he received a phone call. "Hello?"
I handed him the laptop, and he held his finger up mouthing, "One minute." Then, he started to login into his laptop and answering the questions that he was being asked over the phone. "Yes, sir. Thank you, you have nice evening. Goodbye." He hanged up the phone, and he stared at the laptop and made his head fall in between his knees. "Ughhhh," he said.
"Everything alright?"
"No," he said, rubbing his forehead with his hand.
"What's wrong?"
"It's business."
I looked at him. He sat the laptop next to him and grabbed my arm. He pulled me into a hug. "Thank you for today, Sara. I really appreciate everything you helped me with today, including my father."
"No problem."
"I took care of the one thing that needed to be done, so now, I'm going to go to sleep. You can stay or leave." He was out like a light, when his head hit the pillow.
I was watching him sleep and thinking, 'What if every wealthy child went through something like this? What if someone died from this?' My thoughts kept going and going. Then, I heard the door open.
"Aaron, I came to check up on you."
"Oh, no," he whispered.
"What?"
"It's Sam."

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