Few days later
I laid in bed thinking about the events that had happened over the past few days.
"Be mine" his words still echoed in my mind.
My answer was short and simple. I couldnt forget the look on his face when I answered.
"No"
Why did I say no? Because we hadn't spent enough time like that. Sure we had good friendship moments and sometimes other moments but I didnt want to rush into a relationship. I had never had one before and I wanted my first to be special.
I tried to explain this to him but he told me he didnt want to know. He wouldnt listen when I tried telling him what I wanted. Instead he left for his office. Soon after ethan and logan appeared and took me out to celebrate my birthday. It was really fun but I was a little disappointed that he wasnt with us.
That was 4 days ago and I hadnt seen him since. I heard him move about some times, I heard him with a new girl every night. At least I thought it was a new girl as I heard him tell them not to come back ever as he kicked them out. In the day time he was gone, to work I guessed. It was lonely but I managed to occupy myself with books. I had thought about going to college/uni but I knew I wouldnt be able to pay for it and so I didnt bother trying after all it was only a idea that would never happen.It was early morning and I had yet another sleepless night because of the sounds coming from his guest room which was across the hall. He wouldnt sleep with any of the girls in his own bed instead the guest room, another reason that made me believe it was a different girl each night.
I decided after some time that I would get up and have breakfast before retreating back to the libary.
After completing my morning routine I went to the closet and got dressed in a grey oversized hoodie with legginings. I didnt bother with shoes instead I put some fluffy socks on and put my hair in a messy bun. I was ready. Looking in the mirror I realised how different I looked compared to before. I was no longer the scrawny girl who's bones could be snapped in half quite easily. I had put alot of weight on, sometimes I still felt it was wrong, quite often actually but I was beggining to accept it.I reached the kitchen and decided to make myself a simple bowl of cereal. I wasnt feeling to hungry but he had made it clear right from the start that I had to eat, and upsetting him wasnt something I planned to do, knowing that he could be scary.
"Who tf are you"
I turned and saw a girl, she wore nothing but one of his shirts, her face was covered in what was obviously freshly reapplied makeup a d she had bleach blonde hair. She was definitely more suitable for him than me. I was nothing compared to her but at least I wore my own clothes.
"Well bitch who are you, you're obviously of lower class...you're a servant right" she said, well she was a bitch, damn that hurt. "Actually I'm not" I reply as I continue eating. "That's it I'm calling James down here, you cant be here you worthless piece of trash" she screamed but just as she was about to go out and get James he walked in. He looked pissed off. Maybe she was right, I'm not meant to be here. Why am I here? "You're the one who isnt meant to be here Erin" he said with hatred. "My name isnt Erin, its Erica" she said. God her voice was whiney. "I dont really care, I want you out of my house" he said a little to harshly. "What about her, who is she, why does that bitch get to stay" she said looking at me like I was dirt on the bottom of her shoes. "Because she is a friend" he said giving me a small smile. "But she wont pleasure you the same way I do" ok so maybe I shouldnt be here. "Get the fuck out now before I blow your tiny brain out" he shouted with so much hatred that I couldnt help cower. She sighed in defeat, finally. I thought she was done but she picked a knife up. Oh fuck. She was about to throw it at me. I was froze as the knife flew through the air. I felt a arm wrap round my waist and pull me close. I looked up and saw James looking down at me with do much concern. "Go upstairs please" he whispered and I quickly nodded before going out.
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His Girl
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