Living A Miric- Hell (Angels)

chapter 7

“You realize I went out and called to have permission to take you from campus?” I nodded  making him smile, “good.”

Of coarse everyone will do what he wants, just look at those ocean blue eyes.

He continued walking and holding me, this time without me kicking. When I was revived from the spell and realized where I was I started kicking again.

“George there is no way this is going to happen. I value my education!”
He continued to his car, without answering, and wrestling me in the passenger seat.

“Just come with me!” His sudden anger made me cower in fright. I stopped struggling and sat. He threw my bag in the back and slid, smoothly, into the drivers seat.

“Where are you taking me to?” We were at a stop light that just turned green. George slightly revved his engine to get in front of the people not noticing out turn signal. The car lurched forward and the corvette passed in front of the other people. I'm surprised George didn't speed in his car.

“You'll see.” He smiled.

I rolled my eyes and stared out the passenger window. A few minutes later we pulled into a large neighbor hood. I turned to face him when he pulled into a long gravel driveway that had a nice looking house sitting on the other side. His smile widened, while my frown deepened.

He put the car in park and walked way to gracefully, almost like he was floating, to my side. George leaned over me giving me a scent of roses and honey. I sneakily took in it and put it in my memories of George to keep forever. Once he got the key to the lock he had, and my seat belt clicked off, the scent of burning rubber and new car filled my nostrils.

“You know you, basically, kidnapped me?” I looked up at the house, shutting my door.

“Its worth it,” he shrugged.
“Why are we at this house?” I looked back at him in time to see him sigh. I immediately knew that he knew I wasn't going to like this.

“Why don't you take a look,” he stepped inside like it was his. I followed his lead.

“Why are we here?” I asked again.

“I'm paying for it,” he stopped in the hallway and looked at my opened mouth shock before continuing, “once you turn eighteen you need to move out of you mothers house.”

We started walking into a nice side kitchen. I strolled around the rest of the house before answering. Two kids bedrooms, which I wont need, were at the east end. The master bedroom and living room were at the west end, making the kitchen be in the middle. The house had three and a half baths and a nicely kept large pool.

“What do I have to contribute to the house?” I looked at George who let out a breath of relief probably because I wasn't arguing, yet.

George sat on the sofa in the large master bedroom. I touched the white silk blanket, that matched the curtains, moving to place my hand on the dark stained wood bed frame. The walls were a beige like my room. A huge walk in closet, not as big as my other one but big enough, was next to the bathroom.

“Nothing, ill move you in,” I turned to face him. He sat with one leg on the sofa and the other hanging off the edge. It actually looked comfortable.

“You cant just pay for this yourself,” my eyes were probably bulging out of my head in frustration, “do you even own a place?”

“No but I am rich here. Please just trust me,” he got up and I walked past him the the car. He locked up the house. I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was two ten, ten minutes ill school ends.