Chapter 3-"When Help Feels Like Control"
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Elina didn’t even realize she was still holding the tray until her fingers started to hurt.
Everything around her felt like it had slowed down, like the café was moving without her in it. People were talking, cups were clinking, someone laughed near the window—but none of it reached her properly.
Only one thing stayed sharp.
Sebastian Kingsley.
Standing there like he belonged in a place like this… like he didn’t just walk in and destroy the normalcy she was clinging to.
Her voice came out smaller than she wanted.
“…You cleared it?”
He didn’t look away from her when he nodded.
“Your brother’s hospital bills. They’re settled.”
For a second, Elina actually thought she had misheard him.
Like maybe exhaustion was finally messing with her head.
“No,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “No, that’s not… You can’t just do that. You don’t even know us.”
But even as she said it, her stomach dropped.
Because he could.
That was the problem.
Sebastian didn’t look impressed or proud or anything people usually looked when they did something “good.” He just stood there like it was a normal transaction. Like he had simply checked something off a list.
And that made her feel sick.
Her grip tightened around the tray until her knuckles went pale.
“You didn’t have the right,” she whispered, more to herself than him now.
That made something flicker in his eyes—but it was gone too fast for her to understand.
“I didn’t take anything from you,” he said quietly.
A bitter laugh almost escaped her.
“You didn’t take anything?” Her voice cracked a little. She hated that it did. “You’re standing in my workplace telling me my family’s problems are solved like I’m supposed to just—what? Say thank you?”
Silence.
People were definitely watching now. She could feel it. But she couldn’t stop.
Because this wasn’t just anger anymore.
It was fear.
And something worse… relief.
She hated that part the most.
Sebastian stepped slightly closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear.
“You were drowning,” he said simply. “I stopped it.”
That sentence hit her harder than anything else.
Because he said it like it was obvious.
Like she wasn’t a person to him, but a situation he fixed.
Her throat tightened.
“You don’t know what I need,” she said, but it came out weaker than she wanted.
For a second, something almost human crossed his face.
Almost.
Then it was gone again.
“Maybe not,” he admitted.
That surprised her.
“But I know what happens if I do nothing.”
Elina blinked.
She didn’t like how that sounded.
At all.
Before she could ask what he meant, he placed a black card on the counter like it was nothing important.
“Quit,” he said again, softer this time. “You’re done here.”
Her breath caught immediately.
That word again.
Done.
Like she was something he could finish.
“I’m not your property,” she snapped, too quickly.
Sebastian’s gaze held hers.
“I never said you were.”
A pause.
Then quieter:
“But you will come with me.”
Something in her chest twisted painfully.
Not because of what he said…
But because of how sure he sounded.
Like, resistance wasn’t even part of the equation.
Her hands started shaking a little now.
She hated that too.
“I have a life,” she whispered, even though it sounded ridiculous the moment it left her mouth.
Sebastian’s eyes flicked over her for a moment—her uniform, the café, everything she was holding onto so tightly.
“You have responsibilities,” he corrected gently.
That word hurt more than she expected.
Because it was true.
She didn’t have freedom.
She had survived.
And somehow, he was holding the thing she was surviving for in his hands now.
Her brother.
Elina looked down, suddenly unable to keep eye contact.
“I didn’t ask for this,” she said quietly.
“I know,” he replied.
And that was it.
No apology.
No explanation.
Just acceptance.
Which somehow made it worse.
Then he turned and walked out like he hadn’t just changed the entire shape of her life.
The café stayed quiet for a second after he left.
Then the noise slowly came back in as if nothing had happened.
But Elina didn’t move.
She just stood there, staring at the black card on the counter, as if it might bite her.
Her coworker leaned closer, whispering:
“…Who was that?”
Elina swallowed hard.
She almost said “no one.”
Almost.
But it felt like a lie she couldn’t even afford anymore.
So instead, she picked up the card with stiff fingers and muttered,
“…A problem I can’t avoid.”
Outside, when she finally stepped into the air, her legs felt weak.
She pressed her back against the wall, breathing in sharply like she’d been underwater too long.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
She already knew.
Pack light.
You’re moving in tomorrow.
Her eyes stung before she even realized it.
Not tears exactly.
Something more frustrated than sad.
Like she was being pushed into a corner, she kept trying to pretend it wasn’t closing in.
Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment.
Then she typed:
I don’t belong in your world.
A few seconds passed.
Then:
Neither do I.
That made her freeze.
She stared at the message.
Read it again.
And again.
Because it didn’t fit him.
Not the Sebastian she saw.
But before she could think more, another message came in.
And this one was worse.
We both know why I chose you.
Elina’s stomach dropped.
Her fingers tightened around her phone.
“What does that mean…” she whispered into the empty street.
But there was no reply after that.
Just silence.
And for the first time since everything started…
Elina felt like she wasn’t just signing a contract anymore.
She was stepping into something she didn’t understand.
Something that already knew her better than she knew it.
And that thought?
It scared her more than Sebastian Kingsley ever could.
When Elina got home, she didn’t walk in like she usually did.
She paused outside the door for a few seconds, hand on the handle, just… breathing.
Because something about her felt different.
Not physically.
Just… like the version of her that used to come home tired from work and complain about customers and laugh with Ethan wasn’t fully there anymore.
She pushed the door open slowly.
The familiar smell hit her first—fried onions from her mother’s cooking, faint soap from the hallway, and that old musty scent their apartment never really lost, no matter how much they cleaned it.
Home.
But tonight, even that word felt heavy.
“Ellie?” Ethan’s voice came from the small bedroom almost immediately.
Elina forced a response, even though her throat felt tight.
“I’m here.”
She kicked off her shoes slowly, as if her body were moving behind her thoughts.
Her mother appeared from the kitchen a second later, wiping her hands on her wrapper.
“You came back early,” she said, smiling at first… then her eyes studied Elina’s face properly.
That smile faded.
“What happened?”
Elina opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Because how do you even explain something like that?
I met a man who paid my brother’s hospital bills like it was nothing.
I signed my life into a contract I don’t fully understand.
And now I think I’m being watched.
Instead, she just shook her head quickly.
“I’m just tired.”
Her mother didn’t believe it. She never really did anymore.
But she didn’t push.
That was the worst part—everyone was already too tired to push.
“Go and rest,” her mother said softly. “I made food. I’ll warm it for you later.”
Elina nodded, but her feet didn’t move right away.
Her eyes drifted toward the hallway… toward Ethan’s room.
She needed to see him.
Now.
Ethan was sitting up in bed, in the same position as always lately, like even lying down hurt too much.
His phone was in his hand, brightness lighting his face in the dim room.
When he saw her, he smiled a little.
“You look worse than yesterday,” he said casually.
Elina let out a breath that was almost a laugh.
“Thanks. Really comforting.”
She sat on the edge of his bed, but her hands didn’t know what to do with themselves.
They kept opening and closing.
Fidgeting.
Like they didn’t belong to her.
Ethan noticed.
He always noticed.
“What is it?” he asked quietly.
That question again.
Elina stared at him for a second too long.
His face looked thinner today. A little paler. Like the sickness was slowly trying to claim more space in him every day, and she was losing the fight bit by bit.
Her chest tightened.
“I… handled something today,” she said carefully.
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
“That sounds suspicious.”
She almost smiled again, but it didn’t stay.
“Just… hospital stuff.”
There was a pause.
Then Ethan lowered his voice.
“…Did something happen with money again?”
Elina’s silence answered for her.
His expression changed immediately. Not excitement. Not relief.
Worry.
That quiet kind of worry that kids shouldn’t have to carry.
“Ellie,” he said slowly, “you didn’t do something stupid, did you?”
Her stomach twisted.
If only he knew what “stupid” really looked like.
“I did what I had to,” she said instead.
Ethan stared at her for a long moment.
Then softly:
“You always say that too.”
That sentence hit harder than she expected.
Because he said it like he was tired of hearing it.
Not angry.
Just… sad.
Elina looked away quickly before her face could give her away.
“I’ll fix everything soon,” she said again, quieter this time.
But even she didn’t believe it fully anymore.
Later that night, the apartment was quieter.
Her mother had gone to bed early. Ethan had fallen asleep with his phone still in his hand, like he’d lost energy halfway through holding onto the world.
Elina sat alone in the kitchen.
No food.
No sound.
Just the faint hum of the fridge and the ticking clock on the wall that suddenly felt too loud.
She opened her bag slowly.
Pulled it out.
The contract.
Her fingers traced her name at the bottom again.
Still real.
Still there.
Still binding her to something she didn’t understand.
Her phone lit up on the table.
Unknown Number.
Her heart reacted before her mind did.
She didn’t even need to read it twice.
7 AM.
Don’t overthink it.
Elina stared at the screen for a long time.
Then whispered to the empty kitchen,
“I am not doing this.”
But her voice didn’t sound strong.
It sounded like someone trying to convince herself more than anything else.
She leaned back in the chair, rubbing her face with both hands.
And for the first time since meeting Sebastian Kingsley…
She didn’t feel angry.
She felt cornered.
Completely.
Because no matter how much she fought it in her head…
Tomorrow, she would still go.
And that scared her more than anything else….
- Writer
