Forced to Move
1747 Words
“Can you please wait in the car” I plead with her, not wanting her near my mother.
“Nope, can’t have you escaping on me. Plus, I want to meet your mother” she smirks parking the car out the front of my house. I hear the car lock as I reach for the door handle.
“Let me out please” I panic further
“Before we go in, I want to cover a few things.” She says causing me to turn my attention back to her. She keeps eye contact with me for a minute or two before finally talking, “You will keep your pretty little mouth shut about us. You will introduce me as a friend who is helping you move into a place you found this afternoon. Also, you will stay within my sights at all times. Is that understood?”
I nod my head knowing better than to argue.
“Words baby girl”
“Yes” I grit out
“Hmm we need to work on your manners,” she says causing shivers to erupt throughout my body. My manners? Of course, I am not going to use manners with her she is kidnapping me.
“Now I want you to be a good girl and behave. All you have to do is follow the rules and you won’t be punished.” She says but I just look out the window towards my mum's front door willing her to be her nosey self and slip out the front door to end this conversation. I hear her unlocking the car and hopping out. I really just want this nightmare to end. Her demands are starting to turn me on. How can I be scared of her and turned on at the same time? am I a freak?
I’m snapped out of my thoughts by her opening my door, how did she get around my side so quickly? I would’ve sworn she was sitting next to me not a moment ago.
As I stand up, she grabs my arm preventing me from moving, resulting in a rush of anger hitting me. I quickly turn and yank her hand off my arm before continuing towards the door. In a flash, I’m pushed against the car. I get a rush of fear laced with arousal, as I am well aware of what her closeness is doing to me. I catch myself trying to lean into her, I force myself to stop. “Now you are going to behave like the good girl I know you can be or do I have to hurt somebody?” I nod with attitude.
“Answer with ‘Yes ma’am I will be a good girl for you’” she orders, I should be disgusted but I’m not. I am suddenly well aware of an ache down below.
“Now little girl” she growls tightening her grip on my arms
“Yes Ma’am, I-I will be a good girl for you,” I say accepting defeat.
Seconds later the front door is thrown open to reveal my mother. Now she decides to finally be nosey. Isabelle quickly steps away from me.
“Why are you standing out here in the heat?” my mother questions
“Sorry Miss brown, we were just about to make our way to the door,” Isabelle says with her winner smile
“And you are?”
“Oh, excuse my rudeness, my name is Isabelle blood, I am Ella’s friend. It is an honor to meet the person who as raised such a beautiful lady.” My head shoots up at her last name, how weird. It matches her eyes, when she is angry, they turn blood red.
“You are too sweet” my mother blushes. “Well come in before we melt away”
We’re usher inside and am blasted by the cold air. Our house always feels like a freezer.
“Did either of you want a drink or something to eat?”
“No thanks ma’am” We both reply
“How did the apartment search go?” my mother inquires, I feel Isabelle’s gaze on me.
“Umm, I actually found a place and they want me to move in asap” I explain avoiding eye contact because my mother always knows when I lie.
“That is a bit strange, where is it?” she questions further
“I will send you the address and pictures. I am planning to move my belonging today” I slowly spit out.
“Why so quick?” she is the one who wanted me to move out in the first place like argh, she is so annoying sometimes.
“The sooner I get it down the sooner I can relax”
“When I said you needed to move out, I didn’t mean this quick,” she says clearly frustrated
“I’m sorry mum, I didn’t think I would be moving out this quick.” I explain “plus I don’t have much choice” I whisper to myself more than anyone but one look for Isabelle tells me she heard.
“Well, I will let both of you get a start on packing if you need anything to let me know.” She says clearly disappointed, I’m leaving her out of the process
“Thanks, mum,” I say before ushering Isabelle into my room away from my mum’s prying eyes.
“Your mum is a lovely woman”
“She is the best mum, I could’ve asked for” I reply, yes, she asked me to move out but only because she is moving to a retirement village, and that’s a no-kids zone. Plus, it has given me the kick in the butt I needed. Unfortunately, I have this strange, weird, creepy, and beautiful person, changing my life.
“Get moving” she orders.
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Within an hour everything is boxed up.
“I have a van arriving within 20 minutes, to put your stuff in,” says Isabelle, emphasising the word ‘stuff’ like it’s all not worth the effort.
“Great” I spit out, rolling my eyes before walking into my bathroom shutting and locking the door behind me.
She has driven me mad. I can’t step out of the room without her needing to know what my actions are and giving me a warning. Like I’m going to risk my own mothers’ life, she is too important to me. I think I’m just going to hide away in this bathroom for a bit, so I can finally have some breathing room.
Sitting in here, I realise this is the last time I can call this house my home. Mum will be selling it pretty soon and I will never be able to return. I have lived in this house for 15 of my 19 years, it is surreal thinking about it.
“Ella, Hurry up. You have been in there a while and the guy is here” Says Isabelle while knocking on the door.
“I will be out in a minute”
“No, now!” she growls out
I flush the toilet to make it look like I have actually been in here for a reason before washing my hands and making my way back into my room.
“What took you so long?”
“None of your business” I mutter out before grabbing a few boxes and making my way outside.
I see the van as I exit the house, some guy is already loading stuff, Isabelle must’ve already been out here.
“Just put them down there and I will load them in,” the mystery guy says not even turning around. How did he know I was there?
I make my way back inside for another load, ignoring Isabelle as I pass her in the hall. I feel her eyes shooting daggers into my back. What is her problem? She is the one that is making me move. She violated me and threatened my family. I am s**t scared of her but at the same time, I have this need to rebel against her. I know I should be more scared but I am trying to put on a front, especially in from of my mother. If she senses something wrong, it won’t end too pretty for anyone.
5 more trips back and forth and all my stuff is out of my room and into the van. I was hoping this would take a bit longer before she rips me from my life. I don’t even know what is going to happen. Will I be able to leave? Continue with my life?
“I hate this!” I accidentally yell out.
“Darling is everything okay,” my mum says heading towards me to make sure I’m not hurt.
“Yes ma, I just stabbed my toes. Sorry for yelling out.”
“Are you sure you are alright? You are looking a little under the weather” s**t she is not dumb.
“Just tired of all the packing, and the emotional side of having to say goodbye to you and this house.” not a lie
“I know it is hard but it’s for the better not just for me but for you,” she says, only if she knew.
“I know but it just doesn’t feel like that, but with time I guess it will.”
“You can always visit me any time, you know, that right?”
“Yes, ma” I reply even though I know there is a chance, I will never see her again. I dig my nail into my palm to stop myself from crying.
“Good now, give your mum a hug,” she says, I reach forwards and hug her with all my might.
“Love you ma”
“Love you too baby,” mum says before kissing my forehead.
“Ella are you ready to get going?” says the voice of the she-monster ruining my life.
“Um yeah”
“Call me, when your all settled and drive safe”
“Will do Ma” I say before following Isabelle out of the house for the final time. the tears finally start to fall.
“Get in the car” s**t I must’ve stopped walking; I hurry to the car and get in
I get in the car without making any eye contact with her.
“Time to get home”
“It’s not my home” I reply without thinking.
“You better get used to the idea of calling this home because you won’t know much else for a while babe,” she says, sending shivers down my spine
“f**k you” I spit out feeling my emotions slip
“Keep pushing me and you will find out what I am truly capable of,” she says reaching over to grab my upper thigh, digging her nails into me. I swear she is drawing blood.
“Pl-le-ease st-top” I plead
“Apologise and I might think about it”
“I am s-sorry for swearing at you”
“We will work on it but that is good enough for now,” she says before releasing her hold on me
“I don’t get you or this,” I say
“You will with time” she replies confusing me further.
“How do you know that?”
“Because you have no choice”
“Why do you think you have the right to act like this”
“I am a” she stops and sighs “Never mind, you will understand with time. The topic isn’t up for discussion anymore” she says shutting me up.
I wonder what she is hiding. Do I want to know?
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