Wife for Hire

Chapter 11

(Jason)

"I will not do this anymore Charles!" I stood outside my father's office while my father was inside with my mother, they were arguing again, as always. It never stopped, I don't know why father wouldn't just listen to what mom had to say or at least do what she asked. She was always so sad.

"What do you want me to say Cindy? I've told you before to leave so just leave." There was a pause and then my mother said something too low for me to hear. Then the door to my father's office was opening and she was storming out, tears rolling down her cheeks until she saw me. She stopped and wiped them away quickly before kneeling in front of me and rubbing my cheek.

"Jason honey, we're leaving here okay?" I nodded and got lost in her sad green eyes, eyes that looked just like mine. Her long red hair had been up in a bun, but was now lopsided with strands falling out. I wiped a tear of hers away and she sighed before standing and grabbing my hand, walking me down the corridor.

"What about dad?" I asked. As soon as I had said that he came bursting out of his office and up to me and mom. He was red in the face, a sign that showed he was angry beyond control. I frowned. What had they been arguing about?

"You will not take the only heir to my company Cindy!" She turned back to my dad and glared angrily at him.

"I will not stick around while you play with your whores either Charles! I will be taking my son with me and you'll never see either of us again." I looked between my two parents, tears streaming down my face. Dad was cheating on mom? Mom wanted to leave dad? What had happened to our family? My father opened his mouth to say something else, but no sound was coming out. I looked at my mother and she seemed frozen in time. I looked around, something was wrong, what was happening? I blinked and suddenly the scene was different.

"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself. I was standing in front of a different door this time and this time I was older. I looked up and down the hallway, I was in a hotel. I shrugged and opened the door.

"Chase! Chase! Chase!" I froze. It was the memory of the day I caught Emily and Chase together. I watched in horror as Emily turned to look at me, her face a mirror of mine. I looked to Chase to see him grinning in triumph at me. I quickly turned and stormed out of the room, the sounds of Emily begging and pleading following me, until I left the room, closing the door behind me. I didn't go straight back into the hallway, but now I was in Karmen's room. I looked around she wasn't there. I left her room and went back into my room, confused at the sudden change of events. When I opened my door, Karmen was laying there in my bed, sleeping. For some reason my heart skipped a beat. I could tell she was tired because she'd laid in bed fully clothed. I shook my head and walked over to her, pulling off her shoes and pulling the covers over her.

I knelt next to her and pushed some hair out of her face, her eyes opened and I tried to hide the surprise, though surely, I was failing. She smiled at me and I could feel myself return the smile.

"Hello handsome," She said and pulled my hand to her cheek. I caressed her cheek and she smiled snuggling back into her pillow falling asleep again.

I opened my eyes. What the hell was all of that? I shook my head and looked at the time, it was six in the evening and I had somehow managed to fall asleep in the midst of waiting for Karmen and Derek to come back. I usually spent my days harassing Derek or finishing anything my father sent to me, but with Derek being preoccupied and Karmen gone. I had nothing to do. I thought back to the original beginning of my dream and frowned. I remembered that day like it was yesterday, the fight, the words, the anger. I also remember the day Emily got caught cheating like it was yesterday and it was the one thing that I always wished I could forget. My hands clenched into fists at my side. How dare she say Karmen isn't fit for this world, that she wouldn't fit in with us, of course she wouldn't. Maybe that's why I had picked her in the first place, because I hoped deep down, she could never do to me what my mom nor Emily did, leave.