The Fallen Demon and His Lost Enchanted Mate

Chapter Seven... Finally Home

I was finally home. The jet had just landed a few minutes ago and I was so excited to leave. I unbuckled my safety belt, then got up and reached for my bag when it was snatched out of my hands rapidly.

I looked up angrily and saw the guard smirking darkly. "Why did you do that? Give me my clutch back." I said through gritted teeth.

"Do you really think it is smart to get an attitude with me, Mrs. Stone? I can go tell the pilot right now that we are leaving immediately and make you sit that disobedient âss down and take you back to your husband. I'm sure he would love to hear about the money you transferred to your personal account. What was your plan anyways? To run?" he says dangerously low.

How did he know about that? No one knew but me. "W-what do you want from me?" I gulped loudly.

"You are going to go see your parents and visit, but we are leaving in one week. There will be no ifs ands or buts. I will not stay in this dâmned country. It's fûcking hot and I never wanted to come in the first place, but I would do anything for my Boss. So am I making myself clear? One fûcking week is all you got." he sneered out with disgust.

A week? That wasn't enough time to properly visit the two people who meant the world to me. At least a month was the minimum I was expecting. She's fûcking sick!

Does he not understand that? I clench my fists tightly by my sides as I feel my blood boiling. "A week? How is that enough time to care for and tend to my sick mother?" I gritted out.

"I don't give a fûck if it's not enough time. I don't want to be here and you were told to obey my every command. So we leave in a fûcking week. Keep arguing with me and I will make us leave within the hour." He snarled angrily.

I nodded hesitantly and felt the tears falling uncontrollably. Why was it always me that had to suffer? He smirked evilly and then nodded his head in agreement.

We got in Derrick's personal car that was taken from the belly of the jet and I directed the driver to my parent's house. I just had to make the best of the situation I was thrown into.

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I watched quietly as the driver drove the familiar streets of Dunkeld, the town I grew up in. We passed the bakery, the small library, and even the school. Memories rushed through my head as I remembered my childhood.

A warm smile covered my face and I felt my heart beating frantically. I was home. The memories of me walking to the bakery after school so I could get a treat from Mrs. Jones. She used to make the best strawberry tarts. My stomach grumbles just thinking about it.

We lived about ten minutes out of town, it wasn't too far. I used to walk back and forth all day long. We had the most beautiful land around here. My parents said that our land had been handed down through the years from our ancestors.

I didn't know very much about my ancestors, even though I had asked numerous times growing up. My parents would just tell me that they were very powerful people and no one would mess with them. My ancestors built this town and made it what it is today, I felt a sense of pride consume me.

The driver pulled up to my parent's house and a tidal wave of emotions consumed me whole. I opened the door without even waiting for the driver and ran to the front door.

I opened it rather quickly and called out to my dad. "Da! a'm hame." I called out, "Whaur urr ye?" (Translation: Dad! I'm home. Where are you?)

I heard heavy footsteps coming from the back and when my dad came into view I ran and jumped into his awaiting arms sobbing.

"Thare, thare, mah bonny princess, a'm 'ere. Shhh... Tis a'richt noo. Ye'r hame noo." my father said softly trying to comfort me. (Translation: There, There, my beautiful princess, I'm here. Shhh... It's alright now. You're home now.)

"A've missed ye sae muckle, da. Howfur is maw daein'? kin ah see her?" I said sniffling and wiping my tears away. (Translation: I've missed you so much, Dad. How is Mom doing? Can I see her?)

"She is daein' a'richt princess. Aye, o' coorse, ye kin see her. She wid skin me alive if ah didnae tell her ye wur 'ere." my dad chuckles softly. (Translation: She is doing alright princess. Yes, of course, you can see her. She would skin me alive if I didn't tell her you were here.)

As I turned to follow my dad I heard the guard's voice, I tensed immediately. His tone was cold and cruel. "Mrs. Stone, I suggest you speak in English. You know you are not allowed to speak in your native tongue and another thing, I suggest you don't run off like that again. You are the wife of Mr. Stone, be dignified for fûcks sake." he says coldly.

My dad turns around and narrows his eyes at the guard. "Whit th' fúck did ye juist say tae mah princess? howfur dare ye speak tae her in this manner in mah hame. Ah wull murdurr ye wi' mah ain twa hauns ye fúcking eejit. Ye dinnae ken wha yer messing wi'." my dad says with a threatening voice. (Translation: What the fúck did you just say to my princess? How dare you speak to her in this manner in my home. I will kill you with my own two hands you fúcking idiôt. You don't know who you are messing with.)

In all my years I don't recall my dad ever cursing in front of me before. He was livid. The guard just chuckled darkly and looked at me and gave me that look of pure evil and turned to walk away. I gulped inwardly and knew that I would be getting a call from Derrick sometime later when I was alone.

My dad grabbed my trembling hands and lead me toward the room my mother was in.

"Dinnae listen tae him princess. Tis a'richt. Come. Let's gang see yer maw. A'm 'ere fur ye, bit ye wull come tae me efter fur we need tae hae a serious blether aboot whit juist happened. Ye wull tell me everything. Ah dinnae lik' howfur he talked doon tae ye. He haes na richt tae speak tae ye in that manner. Ever. Na yin does." my dad says calmly, but sternly. (Translation: Don't listen to him princess. It's alright. Come. Let's go see your mom. I'm here for you, but you will come to me later because we need to have a serious talk about what just happened. You will tell me everything. I don't like how he talked down to you. He has no right to speak to you in that manner. EVER. No one does.)

I just nodded my head and followed my dad as we opened the door to where my mom was. She was laying there peacefully sleeping, but you could tell that she was pale and sick.

I walked slowly to the bed and kneeled beside it. I grabbed my mom's hand gently and whispered softly, "Maw, a'm 'ere. Please wake up. A'm 'ere maw. Yer daughter is hame." (Translation: Mom, I'm here. Please wake up. I'm here Mom. Your daughter is home.)