Denial
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Chapter 3 – Denial
“Freya, baby, it is time to wake,” I hear whispered into my ear, but I am not ready to return back to the harsh reality of my life.
WAIT! Whose voice is that? That isn’t Ally’s. It’s not her, is it? It can’t be. But when I hear her speak again, I know for sure that it is her.
“Little girl, I know you are awake. Stop pretending, or you will be in even more trouble,” she whispers in my ear. I let out a whimper in reply to her tone. Before I can even flinch away from her, she moves on top of me, straddling me. My eyes are still tightly shut, avoiding the possibility of my harsh reality.
“Open your eyes, baby,” she growls while placing her hand around my throat as a warning.
I slowly open my eyes, meeting Miss Young’s vibrant blue ones. The good news, though, is I am still in my room. Which means I’m in my safe place, and I have the upper hand. Well hopefully.
“How are you feeling?” she questions, still not moving her hand from around my throat.
“Fine,” I mumble before looking away towards my dresser that suddenly looks very interesting.
“Your little friend said you passed out, on her but she didn’t explain what happened beforehand or why. Can you please explain to me what happened?” she asks while stroking my cheek; she looks genuinely concerned at my little episode from earlier. My cheeks just light up in embarrassment.
“It was nothing,” I mumbled, avoiding her piercing eyes.
“Now, I didn’t ask for that. I asked what happened, and that usually involves an explanation consisting of more than three words. I won’t ask again, little girl.” She warns.
This is entirely the weirdest situation I have ever been in. Like here I am still laying down, her on top of me, straddling me and demanding to know my every exact movement.
“Ah, can we please take this conversating into the lounge room? I-I can ah, get you something to drink or something if you want.” I ask, trying to get her off me and avoid the entire situation.
“No, thank you. I am quite comfortable where I am right now. Stop stalling.” She simply replies with a smirk on her face, as if she is finding me amusing. It seems strange that she looks pretty comfortable around me, as if she already knows me. That can’t be? There would have been photos of us if we did have a past? I’ve been through all of them more than I can remember since my accident. And none was of her. I huff before complying with her and telling her what happened.
“I kinda had a panic attack, and when I couldn’t get it under control, I fainted,” I explain with a monotone voice, making it clear that I really don’t want to be sharing anything with her. The problem is that I find myself really struggling to say no to her. I have always struggled with that, especially with dominant people. One thing I know for sure is Miss Young is extremely dominant, and I don’t know how long I can resist before I submit.
Miss young, yes, I am not calling her by her first name as it would imply a personal connection and nope. But what I was going to say was that she is absolutely beautiful and stunning and I can’t hide the fact that I feel attracted to her. I am currently feeling tingles spread throughout my body, coming from her hand on my throat and her body on top of mine. But that doesn’t mean I want to spend the rest of my life with her, let alone be controlled by her.
“Oh, my poor baby, it’s ok. I’m here now, and I can take care of you,” she says, almost like we have known each other forever.
“Um, No! I didn’t agree to us nor did I even invite you inside my house. Also, considering the fact that I only had a panic attack as a result of your threats. And not to forget, I only fucken met you today!” I growl out while trying to push her off me. But she just tightened her hand around my throat, cutting off my air supply. I continue to fight against her, but within seconds my breath is quickly disappearing. The second. I stop fighting, she lets go of my throat, “I don’t take kindly to rude little girls.” She growls.
I just keep quiet while avoiding eye contact. My throat feels coarse, and I don’t want to anger her again as she was terrifying moments before. I felt like my life was in danger.
“This is the plan; I am going to go and cook you some dinner while you shower and clean yourself up. I want you to remember your manners by the time dinner is ready because I will not tolerate your behaviour,” she says before removing herself from me and leaving me alone. I suddenly feel cold and empty without her weight and heat on top of me. I grit my teeth, ignoring how my body feels.
Just as I pull myself out of bed, she pokes her head around the corner to warn me, “Oh, and little girl, don’t go locking yourself in the bathroom; I can pick locks.” She smirks out before waltzing off.
Wow, just wow, she may be just a little crazy. I wait for her to start making noise in the kitchen before I decide to hop in the shower, and for your information, I am not showering because she told me to. I feel icky and need one. I told myself before finally hopping into the steaming hot water.
Fortunately for me, Miss young didn’t disturb me while I was in the shower. The smell wafting from the kitchen is aromatic and, despite my fears, pulls me straight to it.
“What are you making? It smells quite delicious?”
“I am making you a stir fry.” She replies while floating around the kitchen.
“Oh nice, I didn’t know; I had the ingredients for that,” I mumble, trying to figure out where she even found the pots let alone the food.
“You had absolutely nothing here, no food nor cooking supplies.” She remarks while shaking her head at me. Not my fault I can’t cook, plus I rarely have the time.
“Well, how are you cooking this food then?” I question while scrunching up my eyebrows in confusion.
“I got my driver to pick you up some basic supplies and food.” She yells out over the sizzling sound of the food. I quickly rush into the kitchen to check out what she means by basic supplies.
Once I finish inspecting my kitchen, I conclude that she must have basically cleaned out a whole kitchen shop because my cupboards are completely full and not the cheap stuff either. In addition, I have more food in my fridge and pantry than I ever owned.
“You really didn’t have to go to all that trouble,” I mumble, full of embarrassment.
“I want you to have everything you could ever need, and it was no trouble.”
“B-but it would have cost way too much money, and I-I ah, kinda can’t afford to pay you back,” I mumble, further embarrassed.
“Think of it as a gift, the first of many. Can you please set the table?”
“Um yeah, sure, but please don’t go around buying me gifts,” I add, trying to remain some control.
I quickly go to the utensil drawer and surprise surprise; she has replaced my old ones with fancy new ones. I shake my head before quickly setting the table. I am still cautious of angering her, but I know I have to clarify to her that I don’t want special gifts or a relationship.
“Sit down; dinner is almost ready. I will bring it over in just a sec,” she instructs well more like demands.
We don’t talk, during dinner but once we finish, I decide it is the perfect time to reaffirm my stance.
“Look, I don’t want to be rude, and I really appreciate the trouble and money you used on me, but I still don’t want to sign that contract.” I quickly blurt out.
“I have made my points clear, either you sign the contract and live the life of your dreams or don’t and be blacklisted from any and all jobs, practically ending your life.” She simply puts it before grabbing the dish.
“What happens if I end my life first?” I growl out of anger. She doesn’t know me or what I have been through. Or how many times I have come close to doing just that.
“I will not allow that to happen. If you threaten to do that one more time, I will lock you up and take all your free will away.” She growls back, now standing in front of me.
“How can you just say that, like it is simple and easy. This is my life, mine! That we are talking about.” I growl out, slamming my fist onto the dining room table.
“I can’t force you to sign the contract, to become mine, but I sure as hell won’t make it easy for you to walk away because I know that we belong together,” she confesses. Before I can open my mouth to say or do anything, she continues.
“I will leave you with that; I expect to see you at my office this week to sign the contract,” she adds as she takes her leave.
I shiver at the lack of options. The fear of losing everything runs through my body, almost forcing me to run. After I hear the front door slam, I decide that I just need to forget. I think I need a night out with my friends. Yes, that is precisely what I need. With my discussion made, I quickly jump into action.
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