Chapter 7
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"This is your new home my angel." the man says as he gently pushes me through the door of a mansion. I'm star struck, I've never seen a house so grand. "This is the Violette mansion, your true home.", the man says as he puts his hand on my shoulder, I turn to look up at him but I am stooped halfway by the sound of tiny paws hitting the floor. Before I know it I am pushed to the floor by a tiny fury brown figure which starts licking my face. I giggle and hold it away from my face as the man behind me helps me up. "Pepo I told you to behave yourself when we arrived" I hear the man say angrily, why was he angry? "Its okay, he's just a puppy." I say as I finally take the time to look at it, it has the blackest fur I've ever seen with grey eyes, adorable short legs and... a fringe? I put the puppy down and take in its cute features, I've never seen a puppy with such a perfect looking fringe. "Why did you give a boy puppy a fringe?" I ask as I giggle, "We uh, thought it was a girl when we got it." the man replies, "That's silly," I reply as I bend down to brush the puppies fringe aside, "Since you know it isn't a girl why haven't you remo-", I am cut off mid-sentence by the puppy's ferocious growl and pull my hand away. The man quickly picks me up as if afraid I'd be seriously hurt, "I think you should stay away from Pepo," he says as he warily looks at the puppy, "And don't ever try touching his fringe again alright? He uhm, really got attached to it.". I'm not really sure why he seems so anxious but I don't think he wants me to know why so I nod and get down from his hold.
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Urgh, that bloody dream again. I'd been having these reoccurring dreams for almost a year now, the only person who knows -or knew about them was Kayla, and now that she was gone I had no one to tell them to. I don't even remember falling asleep. I finally take in my surroundings and last night comes rushing back. Fuvk. Draco is snoring loudly, like the pig he is, as I carefully try to maneuver my way out of bed. "Where are you goin' baby?", ah, guess who's up. "I'm just showering, sorry for disturbing you...daddy" I say with as little disgust as I can master, the last word practically burns as it slips off my tongue. "Perfect let me join ya and we can finish off last night.", fuvk no, and does he really think we actually did something last night? Either way, I'm done playing. "Uh, listen Mr Draco, we might have had fun last night,". Yeah, fun sleeping like the dead. "but that was last night and it has passed so excuse me while I wash up and get out of here. Believe it or not I have a husband waiting for me at home.". I sounded like an i***t calling the man who used me to secure a 'business' deal my husband. "Oh, so you're those typa girls, a slut with no shame." he said while lighting a cigarette, "Exactly." I replied nonchalantly. Jake had called me that so many times that it no longer moved me in the slightest way. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me, Draco didn’t seem like he was planning on following me in but I wasn’t about to take the chance. No one who made dealings with my "husband" could not be trusted.
I stand in front of the mirror and look at my reflection, my wig survived the night and stayed on, and my face was only slightly puffy. I might not have looked ugly but I definitely it. Is this really what I have become? Is this all I am? A possession that can be used by whomever my ‘owner’ gives the permission? But maybe I was overreacting, Jake loved me, he wouldn’t have married me if he didn’t, right? The only reason he had me do this instead of some other girl he has no connection with was probably because he was desperate and trusted me. I mean no man in his right mind would want to share his wife with other men. Plus, he has been acting colder than ever these past few months, he must be stressed. I refocus on my reflection and look at the fading bruise on my neck. I think of the many times Jake has strangled me and thrown me across the room or on furniture. What in the world was I thinking of course he didn’t love me, I don’t know about before the fire but afterwards he only treated me right for a short while before he began treating me like dirt. I got into the shower and sat down; this was one of the very few times I let myself cry. I hated it when I went into denial, it didn’t happen often but when it did, I would begin feeling as if every bad thing that happened was my fault. After nearly half an hour of helpless sobbing, I finally calm down and relax in the shower. “Hey Amber, get out, Ya husband is here to get ya. He’s been waiting for a whole damn hour!”, Draco shouted while banging on the door.
Well, I guess it was about time I went on back to hell, I mean, home.
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