Daddy's Favorite (ManxBoy)

Chapter Thirteen

"No, no, no, I can't accept that." The actual collar he had picked out was fine. It was a thick collar with a silver loop attached to it. It was pretty standard to the ones I had found on Google.

But this one?

This collar was way too gorgeous. It was a day collar, a silver chain necklace, engraved with diamonds that I was 99.9 % sure weren't fake. Aiden didn't seem like the Swarovski Crystal kind of guy. It still had a silver loop, but it was much daintier than the other collar, much more precious. It resembled a collar in a way, but it was so much like jewelry, the naked eye probably wouldn't think twice about it. I guess that was the point of a day collar.

He pulled me over to the side and in front of a mirror, bringing the necklace with him. "Hold your hair up." He commanded.

I knew what he was doing and I rolled my eyes in my head, but lifted my hair anyway. He reached around me and laid the necklace on my neck, clasping it behind my neck so that it didn't come off. He slid his hands down my shoulders and down my arms, towering over me. "Look at yourself. No, really, look at yourself." I looked up into the mirror to find him staring back at me. "There we go, kitten. You look beautiful." He kissed my shoulder. "Let me show the world how beautiful you are and why they can't have you."

It's really hard not to feel good when he showered me with compliments like that. "God, I hate that you make me feel this way."

"Yes, but I love it." He kissed my cheek. "It's called having somebody care about you and it's something you should get used to."

"Ace?...Ace?!...Jesus! Come on Ace!" Sophie was calling me. I snapped out of my thoughts, moving my hand away from my collar, which I had subconsciously started rubbing. I looked around. We were sitting in my car in a parking lot.

Oh, that's right.

I'd let Sophie drive us to the complex that housed our old studio so that we could practice and now we were sitting in the parking lot. She was a pretty good driver for someone that just got their license. Better than I was at her age.

"Sorry, I just spaced."

She rolled her eyes. "I am seriously gonna kill your boyfriend. This is getting beyond ridiculous. Come on. My dad is probably in the early stages of drinking, which means that I've only got until about midnight before he starts looking for me." I looked at my phone. It was 8:30, which meant we had about three and a half hours to make something happen.

"Sorry, I'm getting out." I felt bad whenever she mentioned her father. I know it wasn't an easy situation for her to be in. I wanted to do something to help her, but I was in no position to help anyone and I knew she didn't want anyone calling the cops. She practically took care of that man when he was sober. He couldn't cook, couldn't clean, but he wasn't horrible when he was sober.

Or so she claimed.

I slid out of the car and we walked up the walkway together.

"Ace, what the hell is that?!" My eyes followed hers and locked onto the metal chains that seemed to be wrapped around the doors of the building. We ran up to the doors and I read the paper that was taped to the inside of the door window.

"Now property of Wingham Motels, due for demolition on June 20th, as of May 27th." Wingham Motels? Are you serious? They were gonna tear down the building just to build a motel? This was our place!

"Well, when the hell were they gonna tell us about this?" Sophie banged on the window in frustration.

"Never Soph. We just used the space. We didn't even rent it. They don't owe us anything. Come on. There's nothing we can do."