Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
“What are they doing here?” Nicole and Noelle were coming around the side of the mansion, looking much the same as they always did. No hair out of place and dressed for the next outing meant to catch the eyes of the paparazzi. They caught sight of me at about the same time and came rushing over.
“What is she doing here?”
“Ladies, follow me inside, you’ll learn everything there.” He spoke for the first time.
“We don’t want her here; her father killed our mother.” Noelle rushed me and smacked me across the face hard before I could protect myself, and Nicole wasn’t far behind. I thought for sure that this was it; I had come to my end.
My lip was bleeding, and my ears rang from the blows by the time we were separated. He’d taken his sweet time doing it, that’s for sure. But as I was about to learn, that was just the beginning of my new hell because I was walked into the mansion with the two of them following close behind calling me every name in the book.
I was still a bit shaky from the fight or whatever that was, plus the fact that I no longer knew what was going on around me. Nothing seemed real, and I knew it was a mixture of withdrawals, the attack, and my weak system from not having eaten much of anything in days.
Even the food on the plane had gone untouched even though they had gone out of their way to make all my favorite dishes, which I still am not sure how they knew what I liked. In short, I felt as though I was having an out-of-body experience. Nothing seemed or felt real; it was almost like I was watching this all happen from a distance, and it was happening to someone else.
Once inside, I couldn’t even enjoy the beauty of the place because there was so much dread and fear eating away at my insides. This is the kind of place I would’ve chosen for myself for a nice little getaway. A private island with no one else around, the landscape looked like something from a fairytale, with the scent of flowers on the breeze as it drifted through the open windows and French Doors.
But the excitement I’d felt upon seeing the place was now marred by the presence of Noelle and Nicole because I had a nasty suspicion that they were going to be staying here as well. I couldn’t for the life of me hold onto a thought long enough to work out in my mind why anyone would do this, why anyone would bring the three of us together here, but I didn’t have long to wait.
The three of us were taken into an entertainment room, like an in-home theater setup that at any other time I would’ve been bowled over by but was now too nervous to appreciate. “Someone has a message for you.” The hot guy said before turning on some kind of system that reminded me of the time in the warehouse, and I knew who was going to be there before I heard her annoying voice.
“Ladies, welcome to your new home, at least for the next little while.” That started Nicole and Noelle on a rampage before they ended with threats of what they would do to me if forced to stay here with me. Apparently, they were fooled into coming here with promises of a getaway to escape the press who had been hounding their family since their mother’s death.
No doubt they’d been promised a hefty payday because these bitches don’t do anything without getting paid, which is exactly what I said out loud. This led to another attack from the two of them which I was ready for this time and was able to hold my own and gave as good as I got.
There were years of pent-up rage on my side, so even though it was two against one, I was still able to get some licks in. Once again, it seemed to take forever before we were pulled apart and pushed into our seats and told to behave like we were dogs or something.
“We’re not staying here with her, no way. Her father killed our mother.”
“I doubt that very seriously; maybe it was one of the people she screwed over who finally had enough of her shit that did it. My father had no reason to kill that bitch.”
I have no idea one way or the other if Dad had really done it since I hadn’t been able to talk to him since the arrest, and the way she’d been killed did seem like something he could’ve done since he likes hunting with a bow, but still, my dad might be a greedy fuck, but he’s never struck me as the above cowardly type.