You Still Belong To Me

Chapter 6

Ch 6

Julia Thomas

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Miranda walked me inside Nathaniel Reed's office, and she asked me to wait as he was busy in some meeting.

I was back at Nathaniel Reed's house…

Three days…

I had three days left for the auction.

That wasn't a lot of time…

To even do some sort of miracle to save ourselves

And the last two days, I thought to myself how could I save my home.

And I didn't see any other option but Nate.

I stared at the picture of him and his mother on the desk..

He always adored his mom.

But hated his dad

The door opened ,and I stood at my step

I could feel my shoulders getting tensed ,as I could feel his presence

I was nervous, and I had prepared for today, yet I couldn't breathe confidently

My knees felt weak

“I don't have time to play your games.

So I am giving two minutes to ask me what you want”

His voice felt cold, as he walked towards his chair…

And I went to settle down but

“I didn't ask you to sit” He barked, Coldly

I froze at my step, as I went still

“I want the money.

Tell me what you want me to do in return”

My voice came out strong, as I asked him.

My eyes stared at my feet, I didn't dare to look at him.

This was the only way I could get through this

Don't look at those cold blue eyes again

“One year.

One year you will be mine”

I shivered at the words…

(YOU ARE MINE…)

He always whispered those words to me, back then…

But now?

“Submission.

Silence”

He got on his step, as he walked towards where I was as he continued.

“Obedience”

“Three rules to your survival for the next three sixty-five days.

Bend, bow and be mine”

I looked up, to look at him…

Wanting to know if he was the same guy I fell in love with…

He had changed.

Everything about him felt strange.

But his eyes.

It had remained the same.

And I burned for him, as the past still felt heavy on my shoulder.

Even now, a part of me, was just breathing with the memories of him.

“Remember I always referred you as wife?

My wife?”

His eyes, looked deeper as he questioned

And I remembered everything about him.

He had never proposed to me..

Never.

But never once he had called me his girlfriend

He always referred to me as his wife.

Acted like a proud husband, in all the little things I did.

“Now you will be mistress.

For me to care and break.

I always loved pets...if you remember

And you will be my new pet”

His lips curled up, like he had finally got what he wanted.

And I could breathe in his hatred he felt for me

“But no one will know a word about this arrangement.

Not even a word about what I do to you.

I will buy the house, in my name.

And after completing a year as my new pet, as my mistress, I will have it transferred to your name.

But let me warn you, think before you sign these papers

Because I'm going to pay back for everything you have ever done to me.

With an added interest for ten long years" He dialed a number and Miranda came running with a file!

And left as quickly as she came.

I felt numb

Weak

And I stared at him..

Maybe I deserved his hatred.

Because I broke the one thing he cared the most

And that was ,US.

I broke us.

Broke the trust he had in me.

But I wasn't the same girl he once fell in love for.

If he couldn't see, I had grown old with despise in me

I was broken

I was suffering from within

And mainly I had lost all the purpose to live

“Sixty seconds.

You have sixty seconds to sign these papers.

If you decide not to, you are free to leave.

But let me tell you this, you will never be welcomed here again.

Not even at the close proximity of my building.

But if you decide to go for it.

I want you to pack your bags and move to my estate within two hours.

Your contract will start immediately.

The clock is ticking”

He ordered, showing no mercy.

Dominance..

Ruthless.

And mainly cruel..

That's what I could guess hearing his words.

And I knew I should run away again.

Never come back.

But instead, I grabbed the pen and signed the papers…

Because a part of me felt like I deserved his hatred.

I wanted him to break me.

Maybe that will help to reduce the guilt I have inside me.

Maybe that will help me to move on.

Feel alive.

I had seen his love..

But I never deserved it in the first place..

So now I wanted to see his hatred.

I wanted him to break me for good.

I was hating the chaos In me.

He was my safe place ,my heaven ten years ago.

Now I wanted him to take me to the hell, to redeem me from the sins that costed us.

“Two hours.

My driver will be at your door to pick you up.

One minute late from the clock…

A bad punishment will await you”

His eyes never once blinked as I left, turning away the vengeance he had held behind the sky-blue shields.

And I couldn't feel my body

My senses felt cruising back, questioning me what I had gotten myself into.

What will he do to me?

He was always known as the bad guy, but I never believed in those rumors.

But now,

He spiked out of vengeance.

After ten years, we met again, only to realize that the baggage of us was weighing down heavy on our backs…

I walked out of the building with a relief, knowing that my family was in a position of survival.

Emma can finish her school, the house will be ours.

I can get help for my mother.

But who will help me from the darkness that was consuming me slowly?

It started raining, as I chose to walk back home

But I didn't feel the rain drops on me.

I couldn't still process the things..

I knew he hated me.

But never knew at this level.

“Jules?

Is that you?”

I stopped hearing a familiar voice

It was Patrick.

I should have at least done good by his side.

Instead, I wanted to have him as a move on therapy, but only to realize how broken I felt nine years ago.

“Jeez.

You're drenched.

Come on get In”

Patrick opened the door to his sheriff car, still in his uniform.

And I complied.

I didn't understand, how would he still be nice to me?

I almost broke his heart too

With so much of lies saying I'm moving on

When the truth was I never felt that

“What's wrong?

Are you okay?

You look lost?”

He questioned, with a concerned eye

And I kept my silence, as I stared at the road ahead of us.

I wish it was me who was killed that night rather than my dad

“We have got the details of the murderers.

A rough print of the incident.

You want to stop by on Monday?

To see if you can help us in the investigation, in any sorts?”

Patrick questioned.

And I shook my head

“I'm starting a new job.

So, I'm not certain.

But if it's a must, I can stop by."?

I reasoned…

“Oh, good for you.

Where are you going to work?”

He asked, curiously

And again I went hush..

He looked at me ,wanting to ask more..

But he knew I wouldn't answer..

So, he drove me home…

With silence

I didn't look at him, as I rushed out.

Mumbling a goodbye.

I saw his car disappear after a few minutes

And I went straight to my room, grabbing my clothes..

Throwing it inside my old duffle bag.

I was thankful that Neither Emma nor Tammy was at home.

So, I left a note, as I waited at the patio for the car to show up as instructed

And exactly on time, a black limo pulled over…

As per the orders.