My escape

5. Stubborness

Lydia Fox's POV:

After Josh left saying that I am living under his rules. The blond-haired man took me upstairs to a room designed with black and white. Entering from the door, there is a king size black bed with dark brown sides on my left, a black divan (kind of sofas) in the front of the bed, and a chaise lounge at the right end of the room. It seems that this is the master bedroom of the house.

And it seems someone has been in here because the bed sheets were undone, there's files and belongings everywhere in the bedroom. Of course, it's Josh's bedroom, but as I know he liked built in closet and here I see just one small closet, 'weird' I thought. But still, this is not his main mansion.

The blond-haired man left me, I went to bathroom, closed the door, got myself undressed, and then I stared at myself in the mirror. It's good that the only bruises on me were on my back and my stomach, they won't be showing.

I took a fast shower not wanting the water to touch my bruises for long because it hurts, I loved hot water but I couldn't take it on my skin anymore.

I finished my shower and instantly slapped my hand on my head when I realized I have no clothes to put on.

So, I decided to wrap the towel around me and go out of the bathroom and look for something to wear.

As I left the bathroom, I saw Josh looking for something in the drawer, I wanted to turn back to the bathroom but as soon as the thought entered my mind Josh turned around to leave and he saw me.

"it's good you're here. I have nothing to wear" I said hiding my blush away.

"you can find anything from my closet, I'll shop for you when we get back to New York" he said then left the room.

I made my way to the closet, wore one of his underwear with grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt so my n*****s won't show threw it.

His clothes were super comfy. And smells like him, his smell didn't change. That aroma, comforting, evocative smell of his. It felt so good. I am glad I'll be wearing his clothes as long as I am here.

When I finished getting enough of his scent, I put my serious face on and descend the stairs.  I heard some voices and I followed them to the room it's coming from. I peeked through the door and saw an office; Josh was sitting on the desk and the two men from before facing him.

Josh saw me, "come here" he said motioning his hand to come in, "we need to talk" he stated.

I entered the room slowly my head held back, putting a brave face "about what?"

"About what happened with you. I need to know so I can protect you"

I took a deep breath and started to talk, I told him everything I've been through, while the two men were listening.

"but truly I don't know why they're after me or even after my father, And I don't know them or who they work for, but they seemed really powerful and dangerous".

"you have no idea about anything. Do you?" he said mocking.

"what do you mean?"

"first of all, I am glad you're alright after everything, second the Donettis are the ones after you girl. And the sad thing is that you don't know what your father did to deserve this" he talked.

He was sitting like a boss, like he was always, so sure of himself so powerful.

"The Donettis!!" I said with a clear surprise on my face. The Donetti family was one of the most powerful families in the mafia. they were pure evil, and so strong at the same time. And now they are after us.

"yep"

"what did my father do?"

"if I start to talk, I think I'll get that punch again so leave it"

"you know what? Don't talk! You have false information if you think my father did something so wrong" I shouted.

"you still don't know anything about your father, poor little girl" he giggled.

"No no, I know everything about him. But it seems that you don't know a thing. And hatred has blinded you" I shouted leaving and going back to the room.

Sitting on the couch angry, I was thinking how I should get out from here as soon as possible. I can't run away because my father told me this is where I should stay. And it's the safest I can be.

Then I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in" I say.

Josh's figure came out the door and laid on the door frame.

"I can tell you everything with evidence if you want, but never again call me a liar, or that I am making sh*t up".

"I am not saying you're lying. Just maybe you have some false information, and you just believe it because you don't like my father. You know there's Photoshop these days."

"it's not photo-shopped. Don't you think I'll know a fake photo from an original one" he said" "how can you be this blind" "I know it's your father and all, but let me tell you, you don't know him enough."

"don't talk like that. My father is good person. You should know that, he considered you as a son of him and you turned your back on him. You're the bad guy here, don't put it on him. I can't believe you."

"You know nothing little girl. And as long as you stay with that attitude you won't take a word from me."

"I am not a little girl, and I don't need you to tell me anything traitor."

"watch your words with me or you'll regret it"

"if it weren't because of my father you were nothing Josh Garel; so, I suggest you appreciate him a little bit" I said throwing every word on him.

"I said watch your mouth with me, or I won't forgive that when you come begging for forgiveness" he jumped at me putting his hand on my throat. "watch out" he said to my ear.

"ohh you're the one who's going to come for forgiveness not me" I hissed not able to breath from his hand which he tightened on my neck.

I gave him a kick on his stomach which caused him to loosen his hand and stand up from the couch.

"I don't want to see you anymore go to the room right next to mine".

"well, I am not dying to see you either" I said mocking.

I got up from the couch and went to the room he mentioned.

It was a white room with red curtains and a white bed with a little closet on the wall.

I relaxed on the bed thinking about what he said. My father couldn't have done something bad, what if he was right?

'don't overthink it Lydia, you'll ask Josh tomorrow when he get rid of his attitude' I told myself.

I spent the rest of the day on the room not wanting to get out of it and face Josh.

I liked his touch on me, but I won't let it weaken me, he has to apologize so much before I forgive him. I wish my father won't put me in a situation where I have to apologize from Josh because he was right.

I would hate it.