The curtains are gold, the furniture black. There is a desk in the corner with paper on top of it that catches my attention. An ink pen is on the paper, but there are no words on it.
I smile just a little, stepping closer.
Writing was my form of escape.
Poems. Short stories. As long as romance is included, I enjoy it immensely.
I walk towards the desk, but then I hear something unordinary.
Gasping.
Panting.
Groaning.
Sighing.
I turn towards the sound and that’s when I smell something thick in the air. My eyes immediately dart over to the door on the east wall. It’s shut. I walk towards it slowly, eyebrows thinning.
I shouldn’t be nosey. I shouldn’t care…but I have to know.
My fingers wrap around the doorknob and I snatch it open. There is another room inside. It’s not as big as the one I was just in, but it’s still a decent size. It’s darker in this room, mainly because none of the lights are on.
There is a brown leather sofa perched against the wall.
And there are people on top of it.
Brown curls with honey streaks flop from side to side, her ass cheeks slamming down, jiggling with the momentum.
She’s trying to be quiet on purpose—she, as in Francesca.
She gasps sharply as she looks back and spots the open door.
I stand with my chin practically sitting on the ground now, and when she scrambles off his lap, that’s when I see him.
Bain’s sweaty white hair clings to his forehead. He pushes her away completely and then climbs to a stand, stomping in my direction.
I dash away from the room and through the double doors before he can catch me. Fortunately he’s slow with his pants bunched around his ankles. He’s not quick enough.
I rush back down the stairs, hurrying towards the dining area. But when I get there, Draco isn’t there anymore and neither is Mrs. Molina.
Now, I’m no snitch, but this is my chance to get Bain the fuck out of here. Francesca has been a bitch to me lately so as of now I don’t give a shit what happens to her.
If me giving him their dirty little secret is enough to make him stop being a jackass, maybe even gain me some freedom, and also make him forget about the wreck from yesterday, then so be it.
I’m turning into one snitch-ass-bitch.
“You stupid fucking bitch!” A hand squeezes my arm and yanks me around. Bain hauls me down the hallway, but I claw at him, screaming.
He cups my mouth, gripping my arm tighter. “Stop fucking fighting and shut the fuck up!”
I bite his fingers and he roars, slinging me away. I land on the hard marble floor, my back hitting the edge of the wall, but he storms for me again, dragging me towards the den by the ends of my hair.
My feet kick and scramble to get away. He has my hair locked in his hands, tugging it tight. My roots feel like they are about to be ripped out.
Jesus!
Where is Draco when I fucking need him!
I won’t get hurt, that’s what he promised me. He fucking lied.
Bain shoves me down on the sofa and then leans forward, pointing a stern finger at me. Francesca appears behind him with her arms folded. She only has on a black robe.
Her eyes are frantic though. They are a dead giveaway. She’s afraid. She knows that I know now. We are no longer on the same fucking team. We are officially enemies.
Traitorous bitch.
“You even think about telling him, and I will gut you like a fucking fish, bitch. I will pack you in that goddamn van and take you to town, fuck the shit out of you, beat the shit out of you, fuck you again, and then sell you for everyone else to do what the hell they want to do to you. I will fucking end you, do you got that?”
I grimace up at him. “Fuck you!” I spit in his face. “Draco!” I scream, hoping he’ll hear me and answer. Praying to God that he’s still around somewhere. He can’t be too far away.
Bain stands up straight, shaking his head and swiping the spit off his cheek. “Draco is already in his car and driving off the property, dumb cunt. That was your only fucking warning. Get up.” He grips my arm and jerks me up.
I fight against him, but he only holds on tighter, even as I swing for his face.
He walks down a hallway in the den, away from the light. It gets much darker as we keep going.
“Let me go!” I try and wriggle out of his grasp again as he forces me down the rickety staircase, but it’s impossible. He’s holding me so tight there will surely be bruises forming.
When he knocks on a door, it immediately swings open, someone large appears, and my heart fucking fails me.