Torn

Chapter 13

It was about noon when we reached Houston. I was sleeping comfortably across the backseat dreaming about a day when I would see John again. To be honest, I didn't know if my dream was even true in my reaction. I was happy as a bird to see him but at the same time...I wanted to snap his neck for putting me through all of this mess.

The Undertaker didn't bother to wake me up when we reached his house. He parked the truck in his garage and carefully picked me up out of the backseat. I was carried to a guestroom that I later opened my eyes to. It was a pretty decent size with a soft purple carpet and vanilla colored walls. There was one window off to my right covered by a deep purple curtain. To my left was my bedroom door and a full body mirror next to it.

Across from me was the huge walk-in closet. I got out of bed and went to check it out only to be reminded that I didn't have anything with me. I sighed and decided to check out the computer desk and dresser that was next to the window. The dresser contained body wash and other stuff I would need on top of it. The desk had a laptop and a printer complete with paper. I gazed around the room wondering if he had a daughter once.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I jumped a little at the sound of the three hard knocks. I turned around as the door opened and I came face to face with Brock. He was holding a shopping bag from a store called Get Inked and a towel with a washcloth.

"Hey, the boss told me to bring this to you." He said as he sat it down on the bed. "He wants you dressed and ready to join us downstairs in about an hour."

"Join you? For what?" I asked.

He glared at me, "You'll find out when you come downstairs missy."

I folded my arms already getting tired of this little ordering around game. "Well you can tell your boss that I don't feel like coming downstairs to join your little pow wow."

Brock laughed, "He said you would say that...and then he told me if he has to come up here and get you, expect to be eating with him alone...and naked."

My eyes widened in disgust, "Oh...alright then...I'll be down soon."

"Smart girl." He said before leaving the room.

I sighed and walked to the bed to check out the new clothes. Inside I found a pair of jeans that I could tell were hip huggers, a black thong with a matching black push-up bra, a red tank top that had wide straps and the words "Don't Mess with Texas," written on the front in white letters. There was also a pair of brand new white tennis shoes and a white belt with rhinestones on it. I had to admit, the man had good taste in women's clothing, but terrible taste in choosing a woman to obey his commands. I wasn't having any of it...well...for now.

After pulling all the tags off of the clothes, I folded them up neatly along with the towel and washcloth and headed out of the room to find the bathroom. It wasn't very far from my room, taking only a few steps across the hall to get to it. I found it comfortable to be in. It had a red theme going on with a marble bathtub that had golden faucets attached to it. On the shelf above the toilet, there were various types of soaps, perfumes, and hair care products, none of which were for a man. I assumed that it used to be Sara's bathroom. The thought alone made my stomach turn over inside of me. He was dead serious about me taking her place and that scared me to death.

I tried not to think about it as I showered in the elegant tub. I took my time carefully cleaning my body with the vanilla scented bath wash. I then shampooed my hair and conditioned it breathing in the sweet smell of mangos. Once I was done, I got out and dried myself before applying some lotion to my skin. I then slipped on the brand new clothes and towel dried my hair before heading off to my bedroom to do my make-up. I really had no intention of being downstairs, surrounded by biker guys for the rest of the day, but what choice did I have? I glanced at the clock, noticing that I had exactly 20 minutes to get down there before he would come looking for me. I took a deep breath and brushed my damp, curly hair, letting it hang over my left shoulder.