Yours Truly (bxb)

chapter five.

angel cortez

Light poured into my bedroom as the door creaked open. I hid myself under the covers as the footsteps neared my bed. My breathing became shaky as I felt the edge of my bed dip, signaling that someone had sat at the edge of my bed.

"Come on, Angel. You know I don't like to wait." He pulled the covers from off me and I cowered in fear, dreading what was to come.

"P-Please, I'm still sore from earlier. J-Just please l-leave me alone." My small, fragile body curled into a ball as he scooted closer to me.

A scowl was placed on his face.

"I'm growing impatient. Take off your pajamas, now."

"Ple-" He pushed me down by my throat, making me gasp for air.

He reached down and tugged my pajamas and underwear down to my ankles. I began to kick him while trying to get his hand from around my throat. He let go of my pajamas and pinned both of my wrists above my head.

"You're only making this harder for yourself." He pulled his member out through the opening in his briefs and spreads my legs apart forcefully with his knees.

I sit up from the nightmare with tears rolling and shaky breathing. I sigh in relief, thankful that it wasn't real.

I wipe my eyes as I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in." I scoot against my headboard as Alissa comes in, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine. I was bound to wake up anyway." She sits down next to me, "Another bad dream?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine though." I assure her with a sleepy smile.

We sat in silence for awhile before she finally spoke.

"When are you ever gonna tell me what they did to you?"

I sigh, staring dead at her. She asks me this every time.

"I'll tell you some day."

...

"We're offering you twenty-five percent of the earnings we'll receive, which will be at the least 6 million a month." One of the marketing executives of Dunlap Merchandise explained to Mr. Carter.

"But if we're putting in 40 percent, then why are we only getting 25 percent back? That means we're getting 1.5 million out the 6 million your estimated to make a month. It seems like your ripping us off." I said, putting away the calculator I had.

Mr. Carter looked impressed with my statement. He leaned back in his seat, as if he was letting me do all the talking.

"Well yes, but-"

"How about we just pay 25 percent, and get 25 percent back?" I suggested, calculating the expenses once again to see if we would be getting a decent amount.

"But we need that 40 percent." Another one of the executors said with a frown.

"Well you either pay us the 40 percent we put it in or don't get anything at all." I folded my hands together, propping them on the table in front of me.