My Psychotic Master

Chapter 2

My Psychotic Master

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Chapter 2(published)

Jack smiled so wide and he snapped his fingers. Two people walked over to Sean and untied him, then each grabbed one of his arms and started taking him down the hall that I had came in from. "Where are you taking him? Hey! I thought we had a deal!" I yelled at Jack, and went over to him. I raised my hand to hit him but he just simply grabbed my wrist and held it still as if I was as weak as a small child to him.

"We do have a deal. I keep my promises, your brother is safe he's going to be taken home." I breathed out, I think I did already trust him, something about him told me that I could. Yes, he was far from nice, but he kept his word, he let my brother go; Sean wasn't scared that he was being taken away, he was just scared for my sake but I could take care of myself.

"I can take him home, I want to see him," I said but Jack just laughed, "No, you don't leave my sight without my say so for the whole week, and even then I won't be far away. Is that understood?" I took a deep breath in and out, I couldn't say no or do anything rude, or my brother wouldn't be safe. I had to go with whatever he told me to do.

"Alright... Can I at least go home and get some clothes?" I asked him. He would most likely make one of his guards come with me, make sure I don't run or do something stupid, but that was fine with me.

He looked at his watch, "Let's get going, I have a meeting in half an hour," He said. "W-wait you're coming with me?" I asked. He laughed, "Did you not listen to a word I just said? I told you that you would be by my side at all times." I just looked at his smug face, so mad at him, and turned on my heel to leave. He easily caught up with me, and then had to slow down even though I was walking as fast as I could, but he stayed about half a foot ahead of me at all times. 

Out front there was a limo and he opened the door, motioning for me to get in and I did, making sure my dress didn't ride up as I got in; I didn't want to give him any ideas. I told the driver where my house was and he started driving there.

"Tell me about yourself," He said, and it wasn't a suggestion. If he was going to be with me for a week, I guess he wanted to know me.

"Well, I'm 24, I live in a studio apartment, but you'll see that soon. I'm single, no kids, no pets, basically no responsibilities. I have a few friends and we go partying on the weekend, hence why I'm dressed like this. I don't really see my parents, just my brother. I work at The Crux as a Bartender, I really like it except for the drunken idiots that we get, but I can handle them. What about you?" I asked him, but right at that second we pulled up to my place.

He smiled, "That's for me to know, not you," He said and opened the door, got out, then held out his hand for me to take it. I didn't trust all of this, him being a gentleman. After all that I have seen from him already, I knew this was all an act, and I would learn just how much of a lie this niceness is throughout the week. I knew that it would just be worse the more I see of him.

He walked up to my place and I opened the door, turning on the light. I loved it; It was small and not fancy or anything, but it was all mine. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a duffle bag, then started loading clothes into the bag. I heard slight creaking from the floor as Jack was walking around the room, looking at everything that I had.