Bought #complete (Sequel to Sold)

Chapter Twenty One

You were bought at a price

She finally moved back to her own house after days of pleading with Jean to let her go. The woman had asked her severally if she would be okay and she had answered in the affirmative even if she wasn't sure she would be. Andrew had helped her move back home and had helped her get settled. Before he left her home that evening, he invited her to Church the following morning.

"We'll see" She had answered simply, not wanting to be rude.

The following morning, she was woken up by the door bell. She wasn't really in the mood to get out of bed because she had had another long night filled with nightmares but the person at the door was persistent.

Dragging herself out of bed, she made her way out the door and down the long flight of stairs to the front door. She pulled it open. Andrew stood before her, black jeans, white long sleeves shirt and black blazers. He looked mighty handsome. She rubbed her eyes, confused.

"I see you are not dressed yet" He looked disappointed.

"Dressed for what?"

"Service this morning. We have about thirty minutes to get there or we'll be late"

"I didn't agree to anything, Andrew" She crossed her arms across her chest.

"Yes, Sisi, you said, and I quote 'we'll see'. So, you agreed"

"Yes, I said we'll see but I meant I'll think about it. I didn't outrightly agree!"

"The miscommunication is from you. I can still wait a few minutes for you to get dressed, I didn't drive all the way here to have you reject me" He smiled.

She moved from the door, giving him space to step in.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be down in ten minutes" She went up the stairs and into her closet. She found a black Midi lace gown and a pair of black heels and threw them on. Then applied a little foundation on her face, pink lipstick and pulled her hair back.

By the time they got to Church that morning, the worship was almost over. Good. She wouldn't have to sit here for long. The preacher went on stage and began his sermon. He read from the eighth chapter of the book of Romans. She tried to shut what he was saying out of her mind but she couldn't. Remi had read this scripture to her before but it felt like she was hearing it for the first time.

"What shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?" The Preacher read.

She closed her eyes and let those words sink into her being. All her life, she had felt unloved because of her troubles and hardship. It was difficult, even impossible to think that God loved her. She felt like she was being punished and tormented but this Preacher stood there and told her that her troubles did not define God's love neither did it come between his love for her.

"But all my life, I called on you for answers, why didn't you help me?" She whispered under her breath.

She felt someone take her hand and squeeze it but she didn't bother to turn. She held her eyes shut, fighting against the emotions that threatened to erupt from her. She couldn't afford to cry, she didn't want to. She was tired of crying.

The service ended and she managed to make it out of the Church building without breaking down completely. Andrew didn't speak much as he drove her home. When he pulled into the drive way, he turned to her.

"Are you okay, do you need me to stay?" He asked.

She smiled and shook her head. "I need to lay down. I didn't sleep much last night and I have a headache"