DEFENCELESS

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

Frankie was finding hard to adjust being back at the Hudson mansion. She hated Kelly with every fibre in her body. Kelly was always making remarks and comments about Frankie and her brothers. About the shipments... Frankie wanted to die.

Ace was a complete asshole to her. As the days passed he was nothing but a total jerk to her. Sylvanna was back in the picture and Frankie had to endure sitting there and watching the slut make small talk with everybody.

Frankie felt sick in her stomach. It was getting to her so much how she could not retaliate, how she could not fight back. She was beginning to feel it eat her insides up. She needed to get her shit together. It couldn't be healthy to keep it all bottled up inside.

Ace had not been in the bed with Frankie since Sylvanna had returned. Frankie couldn't care less. The less she saw of him the better. It was a Saturday morning and Frankie had just finished from her shower. She wore a simple black dress that sat just above the knees. It sat on her body fittingly. It was just an everyday dress, she was running out of black clothes to wear.

Once she was dressed she brushed her hair and tied it up. She was about to walk out of the room when Ace walked in. Frankie took a step back instinctively. It wasn't unusual for him to come to the room, usually to shower or change.

Frankie waited for him to move away from the door before she walked out. "Don't leave the room." Ace's voice stopped her when she reached the door. Frankie turned around to see what the dickhead wanted.

"Why?"

"Because I said so." Oh nice. Frankie leaned up against the door and tilted her head waiting to see why she couldn't leave.

"Is there something you wanted?" She asked him after he a while of him just sitting on the bed staring at her.

"Yeah... Change your clothes." The hell?

"What?"

"Change your clothes."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I said so."

"Give me a reason? Is it too revealing?" She knew for a fact that it wasn't revealing. A little fitting perhaps but not revealing.

"No... But I don't want you in it." Okay then. Frankie forced a smile on her face before she moved over to the walk-in robe. She grabbed a pair of black pants and a black singlet. "Not that." What?

"Why not? What's wrong with that?"

"It's black."

"Yeah and?"

"No more black." Oh my god. He was going to take that away from her too.

"Why the fuck not?" She bit back.

"Don't want to see you in black."

"Then avert your fucking eyes." She snapped. Fuck this. Frankie was not doing this. She threw the clothes she held onto the floor angrily and came to leave the room.

Ace was on her in a second. He shoved her back to the wardrobe hard. "I said for you to change." He looked ready to leap at her.

"Why? What difference does it make to you what I wear?"

"The world of a difference. Now change." For fuck's sake! Frankie ceded. Not for anything more than just knowing she was not going to win this fight. "I'll see you downstairs." He said before he walked out of the room. The dickhead knew he won that round.