You Are Mine

Goodbye Home

Nicole

I stiffened, as the words left his mouth. I turned sharply and pushed him away. 

"What the f**k?" I spat, my eyes burning with anger.

"I didn't say you could leave my hold." He said very calmly like he had not just made the dumbest joke ever.

"What kind of joke is this Adrian?" dad asked, trying to loosen the grip of the rope of him. 

Mom's face had changed from red, and she was as white as snow, eyes wide, and jaw hanging. 

A chuckle vibrated from his chest. "I like the reaction I'm getting." he said proudly. "also, Clark, do I look I f*****g came all the way to joke?" he said, as darkness crossed his face. 

"Who the f**k do you think you f*****g are to waltz in here and just do whatever you want?" I shot back, my anger placing my earlier fear, in the back seat. 

"Adrian Davonte, son of Gabe Davonte." He said without missing a beat. 

"Well, I don't give a f**k who you are, or who he is. It's time to get your ass up and out of my house this f*****g minute," I screamed in his face. 

In the flash of a second, his hands wrapped tightly around my neck, choking the breath from my lungs.

"Adrian, let her go," dad yelled, now his chair was moving with the way he was fighting to loose himself. 

"Let go of my daughter you bastard," mom screamed, her face now red again. "I'll kill you if anything happens to her." tears flowed freely down her cheeks. 

Ignoring their cries and pleas, he turned to me, "I do not condone being disrespected like that, do you hear me?" 

I ignored him, trying to push his hands from my neck with no success. He tightened his grip, making it impossible for me to inhale or exhale. 

"Do you hear me?" he asked again through gritted teeth. Unable to form words, I nodded stiffly, and he released my neck. 

I coughed and gasped for air, as he removed his heavy hand from my fragile neck. I held my neck, feeling a burning sensation at the place his hand grasped. It would definitely be sore soon. 

"Now back to business," he said casually, as he flexed his gun in his hand. 

"There is no business between us Adrian." Dad spat back.

"Oh yes, there is Clark. I need to be sure you don't accidentally make the wrong judgment again," 

"Look, Adrian," mom said in a pleading voice, "I promise we don't have to do any of this. I swear to you Clark will do whatever you tell him to, please don't do this. There really is no need for this please." Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as she pleaded, but of course, the bastard chuckled in amusement. 

"I'd rather not take any chances," he said, simply and turned to the man standing next to me. "Take her to her room to pack what's necessary. 5 minutes." 

He walked to the door where I had dropped my purse and phone and picked it up. I thought he was going to confiscate them, but to my surprise, he held them out to me, including my phone. 

Before an idea to call the cops would pop in my head he spoke. "I am trusting you are a smart girl that will not do anything that would lead to 2 bullets going through your parent's heads. You can have your phone, but don't play with me." he turned to the man, "5 minutes, only what is necessary." 

I stood there, refusing to leave my parents with this psycho for any reason, hands shaky and legs quivering as hot tears ran through my face. 

"Are you going to go, or do I have to blow her head off first?" he said, pointing the gun toward my mother. 

"I'm going," I choked out. 

The man Adrian sent to follow me waited on the other side of my door, after promising to kill me if I did anything stupid. How did this night turn into a nightmare so quickly? I looked through the mail, that had filled me with so much excitement just less than two hours ago, as fresh tears flowed down my face. 

My phone chimed, and I opened it to see a message from my best friend Denis. 

Denis: Did you tell them already? 

I had completely forgotten I had told him I would send him pictures of their reaction when I gave them the news. Before these bastards decided to kidnap us in our own home. 

Denis: Girl!! Give me some deets already, I'm sure your mom screamed out of her skin.

More tears flowed from my eyes as I remembered my mom's tear-soaked face. The doctor had said that such stress was bad for her, and I knew she might have to be admitted when this was over. 

I looked down at my phone and tapped on the emergency call button, then the numbers "911," All it would take to end this nightmare was one call, and that monster would get what he deserves. But he was right there with my parents with a hot head and a loaded weapon. I might be able to escape through the window without the fool at the door noticing, but I could not do that to my parents. 

His words replayed in my head, "do anything that would lead to 2 bullets going through your parent's heads." The thought was enough to send shivers down my spine. I loved my parents too much to make such a choice that would cost their lives. 

I pressed the home button and dropped my phone on the bed. I stepped out of my heels and took off my evening gown. After wiping the makeup off my face and washing my face, I took out a simple pair of leggings and a cropped top. I took the flash drive where I kept all my family pictures and high school memories, my mother's necklace she had given me, my diary, and my sleep buddy. They all fit perfectly inside my small backpack. I already had the BFF bracelet Denis, and I gave to each other on my wrist.  

After putting on a pair of sneakers, I picked my phone from the bed and saw another message from Denis. 

Denis: Nic, what's going on. You aren't saying anything. 

I took out a pen and paper, copied his and my parent's numbers—just in case the bastard did not let me take my phone—, then shot Denis a quick reply. 

Nicole: I'm good, you don't have to worry. Something came up, and I have to go away for a few days Den. I'll call you the moment I can. Be good, love you❤   

When I went back downstairs, Adrian leaned on the library desk, drumming his fingers on the hardwood, the gun resting between his hand and the desk. 

"Is that all you're taking?" he asked, eying the small backpack on my shoulder. 

"Even a blind man can see better," I shot back angrily. 

I looked to where my parents were tied before and saw that they were now untied, but forced to remain in their seats, by two men with guns at their necks. 

"Mom," I crouched down next to her and wiped her cheeks as the tears flowed. "Please, mom, don't cry." 

"He's taking her away from us, Clark, please do something," she choked out, holding me tight to her. 

His eyes were red and swollen with unshed tears. 

"Mom, it's okay," I said as I brushed her hair back, slowly. "It's only going to be a few months, and I'll be back before you realize it."

"What if he hurts you, I'll die if anything happens to you." 

"Nothing is going to happen to me mom," I cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears slowly. "I'll be fine, I promise." 

"Aww, such a beautiful family," Adrian said from behind me. " I hate to ruin the moment, but it's time to go." 

"Adrian, I will make you regret this," dad finally said, as he let the first streak of tears fall.

He chuckled and leaned down to look dad in the eyes, "Can't wait, Clark, can't wait." 

Straightening, he shoved the gun behind him again. "Now we have to set some rules. Your daughter Nicole here," he pulled me up from where I was crouched down next to my mother. "Hmm she smells, so good," he said as he nuzzled his nose in my neck.

I twisted away from him, trying to wriggle free. "Stay still, or I'll have to use our little friend behind me," he growled in my ear. "Now, where was I?" He turned back to my parents. "Ah, rules." 

The look on my mother's face was disgust and hate, my dad looked like he would shoot him in the head if he had a gun. 

"Nicole and I, are going to get married, legally. The day my father is released, I'll send the divorce papers as well as your beautiful daughter in one piece. But until then, if you try to be funny with me, by informing anyone about this, even your closest family, I will not waste one f*****g second to chop her body up and send them to you piece by piece every f*****g day. Am I understood Clark, Caitlyn?"

"She just turned eighteen, please don't do that to her, she can't get married and divorced at eighteen, please." Mom pleaded. 

Ignoring my mother's pleas, he continued. "For the next few months, we are going to do everything a couple does, I'll do what I please with her, and there is absolutely nothing you will do to stop me."

"You swine," dad jolted from his seat in a flash, fists lurching to grip Adrian's neck, but he was pulled back into his seat by the man standing behind him. 

He chuckled again and turned me around to face him. "If you have a problem with my terms, I suggest you speak now." 

I opened my mouth to scream at him, how much I hated him and the terms, but the 'click' sound of a gun stopped me. From the corner of my eye, I saw the gun pointed inside my mother's parted mouth, her eyes wide in horror, and a wicked grin spreading across Adrian's lips. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat and plastered a fake smile on my face. "Not at all." 

"I thought so too." 

He turned back to my parents. "Now that we have a deal, why don't we shake on it, father-in-law," he said scornfully and stretched his hand out to dad, who was fuming with anger. 

Adrian held out his hand to dad, hanging it in the air until, dad sighed in defeat and took it, shaking it firmly. "We might have a deal, but let me warn you, if my daughter comes back with so much as a little scar, f**k me, Adrian because I'll f*****g tear you into pieces." 

Adrian laughed loudly as my father spoke with ire.  

After breaking the resentful handshake, Adrian turned and walked past me to the door. "Let's go,"

I stood there, defiant, legs unwilling to move. "Is there really no other solution to this?" I asked, with my hands folded across my chest, my backpack hanging from my shoulders. 

He stopped in his tracks and pivoted back to me. "Of course there are," he said with a mischievous smile. "Plenty of other options, and in every other option, two members of your precious little family end up dead, so make your choice. Are you taking this option I'm giving or not?" 

I chewed on my lips, realizing that I really have no choice in this. 

"I asked a f*****g question, Nicole," he said, leaning into me. 

"I'll come with you." 

"Good," without letting me say goodbye to my parents, he lifted me and threw me over his large shoulders, stomping out of the library. 

"I can walk on my own, put me down right now," I demanded as I fought and kicked against his firm grip holding me down. 

Ignoring me, he continued down the hallway leading to the front door. 

"I said put me down," I writhed and kicked. My hand pounding on his back did nothing to stop him, and before I could register it, my ass stung with a hard slap at the same time the cold evening air hit my skin. 

"Let go of me, you f*****g bastard," I screamed. 

Smack.  His large hands unleashed another slap to my right ass, more painful than the first, causing me to yelp. 

"The more you fight me, the harder it gets. So behave," he growled as he walked down the driveway. Every step taking me farther from the place I had always known as home and bringing me closer to my new hell for the next six months. 

He threw me into the back seat of the Mercedes, where I was surprised to see a driver waiting. He climbed in and joined me, as I shifted closer to the door, to avoid touching my body with his.  

He yanked my ankles, forcing me to the middle seat, next to him. He reached for the space between the two front seats and brought out an Ipad. 

"Before you misbehave," he said, unlocking the Ipad with his fingerprint. "watch this." 

He put the Ipad in my thigh, but I turned my eyes away to the window, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. He forced my chin back, making sure my eyes were fixed on the Ipad. 

He played the video, and my eyes widened as I saw my parents crouched down in each other's arms, back at the library. My mother was crying uncontrollably, and her lids were so swollen, you would think she was squinting. Dad was crying too, and he knelt next to my mother, holding her, and running his hand up and down her back. 

As the first streak of tear fell from my eyes and landed on the Ipad, he snatched the device and put his phone to my ear. 

"Yes boss, I have eyes on them. I just need your orders to proceed." a gruff, fierce voice spoke into the phone. 

He took the phone back and put it to his ear. "Not yet, just watch them for now. I'll call you to finish the job if I have to."

After ending the call, he turned to me. "I hope for your sake, that you do not give me a reason to call him back in the next six months." 

"You're a monster," I whispered, without looking at him.

"This monster is about to be your loving husband baby. Max, drive." 

The driver pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road. I looked back to see as my house faded into a vague view with each passing second. 

Well, welcome to my new reality, and f**k my life.