He Stares Back

Chap. 16: Well, That Is A Good Reason

Sorry Readers! I changed a few things because I wasn't satisfied with my chapter and where it was going. My deepest apologizes. I will try to do better next time.

                    Emily stares out Christian's bedroom window at the cloudy skies, thunder rolling in the distance. Her fingers feel the billionaire's cotton pajama bottoms and plain white tee. She fears what she has now done. Christian had left in a brooding storm without word. From past experiences, Emily knew that if Christian Scott Taylor answered anyone with silence, it was dangerously deadly.

                   Christian will find out my secret and he'll get rid of me permanently this time! Emily thinks to herself, I'm such an idiot! I played with fire and now I am toast.

                  Suddenly, scuffling sounds echo from down the hallway. A mixture of hope and fear fills Emily. She hopes its Christian but fears its Christian, or his bodyguards to expose of the brunette. The young woman tiptoes over to the master bedroom doorway and peaks out. What Emily sees confuses her. She sees a familiar dark skinned man with bulging muscles instructing seven other men with boxes in their arms.

What's in the boxes? Who are these men? Emily thinks.

The dark skinned man with building muscles heads towards the master bedroom, scaring Emily. She runs to the walk in closet, nearly tripping over the baggy bottoms, and closes the doors. Sounds of the master bedroom doors opening echo. Emily's heart races as fast as her mind.

What if the boxes contain footprint and fingerprint removal? Emily mentally panics, What if it's equipment for all forms of torture? Or if the boxes are to get rid of any evidence!

Emily covers her mouth to muffle her sob. A voice and noises outside the closet break Emily of her terrified mind.

"Boss Man said to put her things away or place them where she want' em." The familiar voice says, "I gotta find Miss East and report back to Mr. Taylor."

Christian? Put what away where? Emily thinks confused.

Suddenly, the walk in closet doors open wide. Immediately, Emily begins to fight for her life. She hisses and kicks at anything that moves. Arms grab Emily's small body. She screeches loudly and kicks and scratches at her captor.

                     "LET GO OF ME!" Emily screeches loudly.

                     "Stop it!" A familiar voice shouts over Emily, "This is nonsense!"

                      "LET GO OF ME!" Emily throws herself onto the floor, kicking and screaming.

                      Her captor lets her go. Emily quickly tries to run but is surrounded by big, muscular men. The brunette fumes at the mouth, ready to bite and claw her way out of Christian's mansion. She spots Happy Johnson, the man from the night before, standing closer in the circle of muscular men. He has his hands up, scratches on his arms.

                     He was my captor! Emily thinks, her eyes wild.

                     "Calm down!" Happy shouts at her, "We're not going to hurt you."

                      "Yeah, right!" Emily scoffs at the dark, muscular man.

                      "I'm telling the truth. I was sent here to make sure you were safe until Mr. Taylor arrives back home at 6:00." Happy explains.

                         "A babysitter?" Emily says confused, "And why should I believe you?"

                          Happy rolls his eyes at her. "Because Mr. Taylor has instructed me so and I have to do my job."

Emily thinks about this for a moment. Well, that is a good reason.

                           "And what am I supposed to do while I wait for Mr. Taylor to get home?" Emily says curiously, not trusting Happy or the other men.

The dark skinned man straightens up. "Well, I would suggest a shower to cool down or a nap. Mr. Taylor wants you to inform the men he hired where to put your things."

                            "My things?" The brunette says in shock, "Christian bought me new...things?"

"Mr. Taylor sent for your belongings from your apartment to be moved to his mansion." Chills run up and down Emily's spine.

                              "Why—" Emily starts, dumbfounded.

                              "I only do as I'm told without question, Miss East." Happy nods to her, "Now if you excuse me, I have to inform Mr. Taylor about your safety and whereabouts."

                                Emily begins to intervene but Happy has already left. She stands there as the hired men bring in small boxes. Only seven to be exact. The brunette tries to ask the men where her twin bed and recliner is. If they knew the whereabouts of Kaley Fields. But they all ignored her and left. Standing there alone made Emily feel imprisoned. As if she were a prisoner to Christian all over again. Tears escape down her cheeks at the realization she may never step foot out of Taylor Manor again.