Torn

Chapter 15

Things were still a little hard for me when it came to adjusting to my new life. My new boss refused to let me go to public schools due to the fact I could escape. He himself home schooled me...Talk about torture. The man was an absolute brutte...yet so smart.  He knew how to teach me every subject with such ease and like the bright child I was, I was passing.

"Walk faster! I don't want to have to carry you." Undertaker snapped as I walked behind him in the mall. It had been about 3 months since I was forced into his gang and things between us hadn't gotten that much better. Every week there was an argument about something new, first it was about my attitude, second was about when I was supposed to do my "future wife duties" which included cleaning up the house, doing his laundry, and cooking for him and his buddies. Now we were on our way to start my wardrobe change. He hated the girly look I had although I had overheard him telling the guys that he loved my eyes the most because he could read them like a book.

I sighed and grudgingly picked up my pace until I was walking right next to him. "Is this really necessary? I really am fine the way I look."

He gritted his teeth and glared at me, "You may think the way you look is fine….but it's not how I want you to look."

I sucked my teeth and folded my arms, "Why does everything have to be the way you want it? I am a woman who is very capable of making her own decisions!"

"Oh yeah? Well if that's the case you can choose to shut your mouth or I can do it for you." He said as we walked up to a hair salon.

I stopped walking for a moment and glared at him, unsure if I should push his buttons any further. The last time we got into a heated argument he grabbed me by my neck and slammed me on the kitchen table.

Before that, I was pulled by my hair to his bedroom where he handcuffed me to the bed by my wrists and left me there for 24 hours without food or water. Talk about tough love right?

"What the hell are you standing there for?" he said when he looked over his shoulder at me. "Get your ass in here!"

I shook my head, "I'm not letting anyone touch my hair."

"I don't give a damn what you want now let's go before I take you home and give you a hairstyle of my own!" he snapped.

I was hesitant for a moment but then decided to do as he asked. Before completely stepping inside I turned to him and placed my hand on his chest.

"Wait. I'll get something done with my hair if-"

"-If what?" he said.

I looked away for a second and then back into his eyes. "Let me pick what color it'll be."

"Hell no," he said before trying to step past me but I put my arm up to block him.

"Hell yeah! I refuse to let you tell me what I have to wear without me at least liking it!" I yelled. "Either I pick the color or I shave my head!"

He pursed his lips together and then sighed. "Fine damn it just make sure it's something nice."

I nodded as he walked up to the counter and signed me in. There was a girl sitting behind the counter who looked an awful lot like Sara. She had the same blonde hair and blue eyes but with a gentler look to her face. Upon seeing Undertaker she nearly went pale before glancing at me.