Billionaire's Treasure

Chapter 14

BERYL

I manage to sleep till twelve noon due to the events of last night and when I finally wake up, I stare at the ceiling, lost in thoughts.

Who would have known Henry was such a gentleman? Is this how he handles all women? And to think I slept in his presence, in his car as he drove me home!

I'm always too paranoid to sleep in front of anyone, leave alone my family.

Does this mean Henry is someone special to me?

Well, I know he has made his intentions to get married to me known to Mr. Wilson and his parents but isn't it too early to start being comfortable in his presence? Isn't it too early? I can't seem to reach a conclusion at all.

I'm still preoccupied in deep thoughts when I hear smashing and yelling from downstairs, something which brings me back to my senses.

I sit up abruptly and climb out of bed. I then rush downstairs to see what's happening, hoping we aren't being attacked by armed robbers or arsonists.

As I run down the stairs, I hear sobs and cries echoing around the whole house and when I draw closer, I hear Helen talking. “Brenda honey...” she coes her daughter.

What really happened? I can't stop wondering!

Against my better judgement, I follow the noise into the kitchen where I find shattered glass spreading across the tiles and Brenda is seated while slumped against the wall. Her mother is crouching next to her rubbing her knee.

“Please stop crying, everything will be okay.” she adds.

I walk in further to see if everything is okay but mother's bloodshot eyes snap to me, warning that everything is not okay. She holds a murderous look in her face and stands up, an indication that I am the cause of all this.

Her footsteps are slow and dangerous. “You!” she growls through gritted teeth. Her facial expression alone can kill.

I stand frozen, unsure of what's happening, then it clicks! Mr. Wilson must have told them!

Shiet!

“Mo....”

“Shut the f**k up you shameless slut!” she screams and slaps me with the back of her hand. The force causes me to step back into the island bench.

“Are you happy with yourself?” she asks, looking quite irritated. “We took you in and this is how you repay us?” she retorts.

I am doomed!

“I didn't...”

“Don't you say another f*****g word else...!” she screeches and grabs a sharply broken glass from the floor and presses it to my neck. I lean as far away from it as possible.

“You're a worthless slut just like your mother!” I clench my jaw as angry tears start welling up my eyes. I can't stand insults being hurled at my late parents! No! Can't they just deal with me and leave them out of this?

“Go ahead and cry. No one will bother even if you die.” she spits and presses the glass's broken end further to my throat.

I feel the sharp glass bite my skin and a stink follows.

I stare wide eyes into the green eyes of the murderous monster holding me hostage.

I've no doubt that she'll kill me!

The kitchen door is pushed open and Andrew storms in.

He stares wide eyed at the scene in front of him.

“Madam please put the glass down!” he cries out as rushed footsteps approach the kitchen.

“Mum!” Blake exclaims, almost out of breathe. “Let her go!”

“No!” mother screams. “See what she has done to your sister!” she adds. “She shouldn't have seduced Henry, that's why he doesn't want to get married to Brenda!” she continues spitting venom. She's physically infuriated!

Blake and Andrew share a look. They nod at each other and both lunge forward to grab an arm each.

“Let me go!” she shrieks. “I have to get rid of this useless fool for doing this to my precious daughter!” she doesn't know when to stop, does she?

They pull her back and I slip down to the ground. Camilla hurriedly pulls me to my feet and leads me upstairs to my bedroom.

“Beryl...” Camilla looks me over. I touch my neck and feel wetness. I pull my hand back and I see some blood. I sit on my bed and I shut my eyes tightly. “Let me treat your wound.” she offers and I'm suddenly glad they she's here with me.

Camilla rummages through the bathroom and comes back with supplies while I just sit there feeling numb.

“What happened before I showed up?” I whisper. I just want to know everything before I start making assumptions.

She looks up at me sympathetically as she starts cleaning the scratch on my neck.

“Mr. Wilson told madam Helen and miss Brenda that Mr. Smith's son wants to marry you instead of miss Brenda. Miss Brenda threw tantrums immediately she heard that and started crying and throwing things allover...” she explains as she finishes sticking a white bandage to my wound and seals it with a tape. “Madam Helen was absolutely furious.” she adds. “She yelled at her husband and ended up kicking him out!” she concludes.

“She did that?” I gasp. I'm already assured that the old man will finish me off when he comes back to the house!

She studies my face for a few seconds then cups my cheeks.

“At least you'll be getting out of this house soon.” she says as a sad smile graces her face. “I can't bear to watch them break you over and over again!” I can see traces of unshed tears in her eyes. She really loves me just as my mother did, it's just that her hands are tied. She's just an employee here hence she can't do anything to salvage the situation except offering her shoulder for me to lean on.

“But what about Henry?” I ask. My voice is above a whisper. I'm already worried.

“Mr. Smith is a nice man. He'll never hurt you!” she assures me and I sigh then lie back on the bed. Then there's a soft knock at the door.

“Beryl, pack a bag.” Blake says as he walks in. “I'm not leaving you here!” he adds.

“What about Mr. Wilson?” I ask in concern.

“Don't worry about him. I've spoken to him already!” he assures me and I nod and get up. I pick a suitcase and start packing. I grab my laptop and put it in my handbag then quickly change into a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a hood.

After I am done, I step out and follow Blake to his black Sedan. He loads my bag into the trunk as I sit on the passenger seat.

“Where are we going to?” I ask quietly.

“To my apartment.” he replies shortly. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles are red.

I turn my attention back out the window. “I'm so so....” I start to apologise.

“Don't!” he raises his voice causing me to flinch. “Don't you dare apologise. None of this is your fault!” he assures me. At least someone believes me!

******

I lie on the couch wrapped in blankets barely paying attention to the movie.

Blake won't stop fussing.

Constantly asking if I need anything or if I am comfortable. I appreciate his concern but it's becoming tiring.

“Blake I am fine. I'm going to go to bed..” I smile and shuffle along to the guest bedroom and flop on to the fluffy mattress, pillows and duvet.

I pull the duvet up and snuggle into the warmth of the bed.

******

YEARS AGO

“No!” I'm stuck on the ground while his body is on top of me, pinning me.

“Please,” I cry. I writhe as I try to get free from his hold. “Shut up!” He growls and starts kissing me, bitting my neck.

His wrinkled hands roam my body. He grips my dress and rips it of! A cry leaves my lips. I'm completely exposed

“You're in the deal, so I suggest you cooperate!” He growls in my ear. I thrush under his hold. His free hand smacks me accross my face, then he goes back to paying attention to my breasts and body. His heavy breathes fan my face as I whimper. In a swift motion, he rips my panties off.

“No!” I scream. His rough fingers painfully entering my honey pot. Tears cloud my vision.

“Oh! So tight!” he murmurs and I sob uncontrollably. He start fumbling with his belt and zipper. I know it's time to fight. His hard member is already pricking my groin and with all the energy left in me, I kick him using my knee and he goes crumbling to the ground, holding his crotch. He screams in pain and the door flies open as Mr. Wilson storms in, breathing fire.

The man is raining unfathomable obscenities at me!

I gasp and sit up. A thin layer of sweat covers my body and tears run down my face.

Not this again!

I sigh and go to the shower.

The thought of what happened is enough to make me feel dirty and ugly.

After the man leaves, the deal had with Mr. Wilson didn't fall through, making an angry Mr. Wilson to give me one of the worst beatings of my life.

I'm locked in my room for weeks, with hardly nothing to drink and eat. My face is bruised and battered.

Shivers run through my body as my stomach churns. I rush from the shower and head to the toilet. I empty everything in the toilet bowl.

I head back to the shower, wash my mouth, rinse myself and step out.

I sigh and climb back to bed.

I close my eyes and hope for a dreamless sleep!