Masked Emotions (ONE DIRECTION FANFIC)

Chapter 9

I was in such shock that i stumbled backwards until i hit the already wobbly nightstand making everything atop of it fall. At the speed of light my mother ran into the room with a worried expression drawn on her face.

"Oh Emily, my baby, are you alright?" she spoke with such concern. All i could do was nod as i stared into the eyes of the boy who was standing in the doorway. A smirk appeared on his face as he watched me try to get up off the floor like a toddler learning how to walk. He offered me his large hand as a crutch to help me off the floor but i turned it away and looked to my mother for help.

She looked down at me and grabbed me by the arm pulling me up in one quick movement. She turned to face the boy and said, "If you could excuse me but i would like to clarify everything with my daughter before she leaves. If you could wait in the "living room" i would greatly appreciate it."

The boy nodded and left closing the door behind him. "Come." said my mother as she led me to sit at the edge of the bed. "Honey, we need to talk. This boy," she said motioning towards the closed door, "has bought you. Now i know what you are thinking. No he is not going to take advantage of you. He is going to take care of you."

"Take care of me!? How can anyone who works or is associated with this place take care of me! Mother i saw him the other day! He ran into me when he was walking through the front door. Clearly he knew what place this was or he would never come here!" I screamed.

"Baby, calm down. Its going to be ok i promise. Just listen to what i have to say." my mother said while stroking my hair trying to calm me. "His family is a little...strange. In his family they have a tradition. In this tradition when the male turns 18 he has to sleep with a virgin. Its to show how manly they have become. Now this boy hates this tradition. But he needs to fool his father. He bought you since you are still a virgin and is going to pretend to...well...you know."

I had mixed feelings about this idea. I wasn't some toy i could be played with. I replied "But what is this I heard about going to America?" I was scared. I don't trust anyone except for my mother. I never have and never will. I especially don't trust men.

"Oh about that, well...um...he is to take you to America. You know that guy who was going to rape you? Well he severely injured him." My mother whispered. It was like she didn't want to hurt me. I cant believe this boy injured a fully grown man.

"If he was capable of nearly killing a man then imagine what he could be capable of doing...to me." I thought out loud.

"Oh baby, please don't cry. I promise you i would never put you in a situation where you would get hurt. And yes i know i don't know this boy but i want you safe and right now he is the best option we have." My mother wiped my tear stained cheeks.

I hugged my mother for dear life. Never wanting to let her go. I looked up at her and studied her face. The crinkles by her eyes from all the years of smiling, the way her mouth always formed a pout, just everything about her. I wanted to engrave it all in my brain before i left.

A knock on the door interrupted my last seconds with my dear sweet mother. A voice i knew all to well spoke with urgency "Im sorry to bother but i think its best if we leave...like now."