Sold for A Thousand dollars!(Completed)

Chapter 15: "...You know this song?"

I leant my head against the tinted windows as we silently drove back to his ho-mansion.

The entire time, I couldn't help but think about what was going to happen to me. I barely escaped last time, and now that he knows that I can escape, he probably will never leave me out of his sight again.

I was fucked.

Utterly fucked.

But I knew I did this to myself. I came back. For her.

So whatever happens, I know it was worth it.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when a familiar tune starts playing.

I slowly turn to face Jackson and see him humming as he gently tapped his finger against the steering wheel.

'La Isla Bonita'

My dad always used to sing this to me when I was younger, to calm me down.

The unwanted nostalgia, makes my heart sink. I know he wasn't always there for me, and he might not have been a very good father. Maybe even the worst father out there but...he was still my father.

I turned back to face the window and started singing along.

"....Tropical the island breeze

All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La Isla Bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby _

Before I could start singing the next line, I'm interrupted

"I fell in love with San Pedro

Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me
Te dijo te amo
I prayed that the days would last
They went so fast "

I turned around so fast, I was surprised I didn't have whiplash.

"You know this song?" I ask quietly

He doesn't avert his eyes to look at me but instead just gives me a slow, curt nod.

I turn back to look at the window.

"My..." He trails

I turn to look at him again and he had an unreadable expression on his face.

"My mother used to sing it to me" He says so quietly, I was surprised I heard him.

I sigh and turn back to look at the window.

"My dad used to sing it to me" I say

He doesn't answer.

The rest of the ride is filled with awkward silence, that I don't make a move to break.

**//**

We end up in front of large red gates about half an hour later.

As his guards are opening the grates, I steal a glance in his direction and see that his once unreadable expression had turned into a stern one.

I look away and sigh as we begin making our way inside the building.

Once out, he tells his guards to lead me to his room.

He followed behind, his hands both crossed behind his back. I didn't make any move to protest. I knew that would be useless.

Once we were at his door, one of the guards pushes it open and practically throws me in.

I almost lose my balance and fall but regain my posture last minute.