Chapter 1
My eyes widened in shock as I realized what my dad was trying to say. "Y-you sold me to a stranger?" I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper. "You sold your daughter to a fucking stranger?!"
My dad's gaze dropped to his feet, guilty. Good, he should be. He sold his only daughter to a complete stranger for money. As if a job wouldn't offer that. "Mace please, I needed the money and at the moment you were the only option I had." He replied, using the nickname he gave a while ago.
"What did you need the money for that you sold your only daughter?" I asked him, trying my best to keep my cracked voice low. "Macey it's complicated." He responded, shaking his head. "Tell me, it's the least I deserve." I demanded. I held back the tears which were prying to fall. More then anything I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I couldn't let my dad see how weak I've become since the passing of my mother.
He looked at me for a second before letting his head fall once again. "I needed it to pay off the marriage funds." That caught me by surprise. Him and mom have been married for atleast ten years, the funds should be paid off. "Liar."
His head snapped up. "I am not a liar. I did use the money to pay off wedding funds, for the wedding I had last week with my new wife!" Dad shouted at me, sending me tumbling back a few steps with his sudden outburst. I felt a layer of anger rise up me. My so called father got married to another women and I didn't know of it? Better yet it hasn't even been a year since mom's passing away.
"You disgust me." I snarled at him. My dad's sad looking eyes were glassy and a frown plastered his face. "I'm sorry Mace." He whispered. If this was a different situation I would've open handedly forgiven him but he sold me. "Save it for someone who cares." I said, slightly frowning as the words escaped my lips. Before my dad could reply the doorbell rang. "That should be him." My dad said, leaving me filled with a thousand question as he left to get the door.
A minute later my dad and a blonde guy wearing all black entered the living room. "Give her a second to pack her backs." My dad said, motioning for me to do as told. I glared at my dad and then the blonde guy before retreating to my room for the final time. I grabbed a duffel bag I used to use for carrying my sports equipment around and started stuffing all my clothes in there.
After I was finished I yanked the bag up, placing it on my shoulders before heading back to the living room. "I'm ready." I said, not making eye contact with anyone. "Lets go." I heard an unfamiliar Irish accent, most definitely the blonde guy. I followed the blonde guy, ignoring my dad's goodbyes.
We stepped outside to be hit with the cold London air. The guy walked ahead of me, leading to a black range rover parked in front of the house. I followed him to the car. "Bag." He said, his Irish accent sounded more heavier this time. "It's fine, I got it." I said readjusting the strap. Before I knew it the bag was ripped off my shoulder and thrown into the back of the van. I stood in my spot, my mouth wide open and my eyes wide.
"Get in." He said, pointing towards the back of the car. Without questioning him I scurried along, obeying him. I didn't understand why I couldn't sit in the passenger's seat but I didn't want to know.
We drove around in silence, stopping at red lights frequently until we finally came to a stop, a real stop. "Out." The guy barked, already out of the car. Obeying him I hopped out of the car and walked towards the trunk where my bag was being held captive. Within seconds the trunk clicked open.
"Get your bag and come inside." He said, disappearing into the mouth of the house. Sighing I obeyed, dragging the bag into the house. Thank god there were no steps outside. I entered the flat. It was larger then the flat I used to live in and much more glamours. What did this guy do for a living?
"Your room is the first room to the left. Go up and change. I want you back down after you're finished." The guy said, his ocean blue eyes piercing into my brown ones. I nodded, placing the duffel bag back onto my shoulders. I looked around the flat, my eyes searching for the staircase.
"Wh-where are the stairs?" I asked him, my voice sounded so faint and distant. "There right there!" The guy exclaimed, pointing somewhere behind me. I turned to follow his finger and sure enough there were stairs. "Thanks." I whispered, running towards the stairs. I hated this. I hated this man. But most importantly I hated my father for putting me in this state. I'm suppose to be with my friends, getting excited over prom. I'm suppose to be with my boyfriend, not a mad man who buys people.
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His Property
Fanfiction"Why do you stay?" Harry asked, a frown playing on his lips. I shook my head. "I-I'm his." I sounded pretty stupid but it was true. I was Nialls. I was just a piece of property and that's what I'll ever be; property, his property.
