I woke up to the opening of a heavy door. I automatically new that I wasn't in my room. The floor was covered in a thick white blanket. One pillow was placed to keep my head steady. I was in a plain room with white walls and no furniture. Nothing. Not even a chair. I got up and regretted it instantly. My legs were terribly sore. I felt something flowing over my shoulders and noticed that my hair was down. My white dress was strapless this time and it hugged my curves. It was comfortable. I also felt clean, as if someone had given me a bath.
The room had one door and no windows at all. The burgundy carpet was soft under my feet. I walked to the door and tried the handle. It was locked of course. I banged on the door and yelled, "Hello? Nixon!"
After being ignored for 5 minutes I let my body slump to the floor. I am so stupid. If I wanted to leave I would have not told him about it! I put my head in between my knees and just prayed that I would fall asleep so I could explain myself to Nixon. Maybe he'll forgive me and stop being harsh. Or maybe I ruined everything.
The door opened but I forced myself to stay in the same position. I heard the clicking of heels and knew that it couldn't have been Nixon. I looked up and almost jumped into her arms. Celia had on a tight white dress as well but hers had one shoulder strap. Her hair was elegantly curled and she smelled like strawberries. She caught me and hugged me back. I started sobbing into her shoulder. I knew I shouldn't have been acting this way towards her since we didn't know each other much, but who else could I talk to?
"We told him he was being stupid to lock you in here," she said pulling me up and leading me out of the room. I was limping slightly and she raised an eyebrow at me.
"Did he beat you up too?" she asked her eyes growing angrier.
"No but he might as well have," I said shaking my head. I was so stupid to think that this could end well. Chloe was right. I'm delusional.
We left the room and entered a long stairwell that went down. We must've been in an attic storage place or something. We came out to a familiar hallway that led to Nixon's room. Before she could lead me closer I let go of her hand.
"No please I don't want to see him," I said harshly glaring at the door.
She gave me a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry Aubrey. I have to he's the boss."
It was clear to her that I wasn't going in without a fight. She was about to say something before a voice cut her off.
"I'll talk to her first maybe that'll help."
She rolled her eyes and gave him an annoyed look. Cas just smirked at her. Celia looked at me and gave me a look. I nodded and when I turned back she was gone.
"What could you possibly want to talk about?" I asked calmly. I didn't want to anger Cas since he seemed a bit unpredictable.
He smiled showing off his perfect teeth, "You're favorite topic. N-I-X-O-N."
I could help but smile a bit at his joke, "I don't want to see him."
He rolled his eyes, "You said that already. But he wants to see you, and he's sorry."
"And why should I believe that he's sorry?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.
He mimicked my movements, "Because he won't shut up about it. And I've never believed in 'love' but I think you guys come close to that."
"I have reason to believe that you do know about love," I said challenging him.
He raised his eyebrow, "And who do I love? Celia?"
"No. Emily," I said grinning from ear to ear. He narrowed his eyes and I could see his mask slip for a moment. He does care about her. The mask was up almost as fast as it slipped and he smirked again.
"You caught me! I'm crazy in love with her and Celia and Nixon," he said winking at me. I blushed. I didn't think the conversation would have gone in this direction. He was up and in my personal space in a second. I blinked up at him and he had a serious look on his face.
"Talk to him Aubrey."
I sighed and turned to face the door to Nixon's room. When I looked again I was alone. I guess I have to do this alone. I have to live with the fact that I'd never see my family again. I would never be normal. I walked to the door slowly and knocked. The door opened instantly to reveal a shirtless Nixon. His hair was in a ponytail and he had on black sweat pants. His eyes held caution as he motioned for me to step further into the room.
The balcony doors were wide open and the morning breeze flowed in. We said nothing to each other. I decided to walk over to the couch and sit by myself hoping that he'd put on a shirt. Instead he decided to follow me to the couch. I sat with my hands folded in my lap and stared at the wall.
"Aubrey look at me," he said in a desperate tone.
"Why don't you just make me? You own me right?" I asked in a harsh tone. He visibly gulped.
He reached out to caress my face and I moved it out of his reach. His hand hung there for a second then moved down to join my hands in my lap.
"I should have never said that. I just don't want you to ever leave me and that's all you seem bent on doing," he murmured. I could tell that he felt guilty but if I forgive him he might just do it again.
I looked over at him and hardened my eyes, "You took my virginity then claimed that you owned me. Like I'm just some 'thing' that you own for amusement."
"I truly mean it when I say that I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn't leave. I thought that if we slept together, you would grow attached."
I stared down at my hands again, "Its done now, you can't take back what happened."
He put his head in his hand and some of his blonde curls escaped the hold of his hair tie. "So what can I do please?"
I was going to comfort him before I stopped myself. I had to be over and done with this.
"You can take me home," I said then stopped him before he could raise his head to protest, "I need time Nixon."
He was staring at me intently, "How much time?"
I had to think about it. I wanted to see him again that's for sure. "Give me till September next year."
He snorted, "I thought you meant a month. THAT'S NEARLY A YEAR."
I sighed, "I just wanna finish senior year with my friends before I can be with you."
He leaned back and let out some breathe that he was holding. I knew I was staring at him but he probably wouldn't mind. If anything he would take that as a compliment. I couldn't understand the logic behind his actions. Maybe he really did just want me to be attached to him, but another thought in my head told me that he just took advantage of me. I just needed some time away from him to decipher how I wanted my life and future to go.
Nixon looked at me with a hard expression, "And after this time you're MINE. You will not leave me again."
I gulped and nodded. His smile grew and he flashed his beautiful white canines. I knew that if I hadn't agreed then he wouldn't have let me go.
I smiled back timidly, "When can I leave?"
He was stroking my loose hair absentmindedly, "You can go tomorrow. I'll let the rest of the house know."
I leaned into his touch out of habit and he kissed my neck. I would miss him. I would miss his crazy mood swings. I'd miss his deep voice. I'd miss Celia and Emily's warm kindness.
We were now cuddling on the couch silently. I could tell that he was trying to get as much of me as he could. His hand stroking my thigh as my hand slid to touch his curls. His hair was incredibly soft. It made me feel the need to use more conditioner.
"Why do you keep your hair in a braid?" He asked finger combing my hair. I knew that my hair ended at the middle of my back and I wasn't ashamed of it. A braid was just easier than straightening it.
"I'm just lazy that's all," I replied shrugging. He laughed and stroked my cheek, "I couldn't possibly believe that you're lazy my love."
I gave an offended look, "What's that suppose to mean?"
He rolled his eyes, "That was a compliment Aubrey."
I loved the way he said my name even though he rarely did. It rolled off his tongue like a blessing, it made me feel special or important. I rested my head against his chest and we stayed that way. I didn't know that it had been long until we were brought food by Emily. She came in and gave me some eggs with toast before bowing and leaving again. I tapped Nixon's arm and told him that I wanted to get up. He gave me a puzzled look and then let me up.
I ran after Emily in the hall. She was going down the stairs before I called her name, "Emily!"
"Yes Miss?" she asked turning around but keeping her head bowed down.
"You don't have to act that way towards me, I'm not Celia," I said hoping she would look up at me. I wanted to make sure she wasn't completely miserable before I left.
She did look up and her red hair fanned over her face. I wish I had cute little freckles on my cheek bones but then again it seemed to only look good on her.
She shrugged, "I know that but you're going to be one of them right?"
I was shocked. Is this what had bothered her? "I mean... what does that have-"
She lifted her hand up to stop me, "I'm a feeder. A nobody. And your basically a princess. So I'm sorry if I stress the formalities, but lets be realistic."
I didn't really know what to say to her. Her words seemed stern and forced. As if something had happened to her recently. I didn't have time to ask since she turned her head and continued down the stairs.
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