The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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"Fine." I said getting up, the blanket still clutched to my chest. "Then I will leave-"

I was so done with this anyway.

"And where would you go?" He asked, his expression morphed into an ugly one as he raised and eyebrow at me.

The camera in his hand.

He knew he had the upper hand in all of this.

I was a homeless eighteen year old girl, living with a twenty year old guy.

Who I barely even knew.

"I would go wherever the fuck I want." I snapped at his face scampering down from the bed, quickly pulling up the dress I discarded the night before.

"You are not leaving, you little bitch." He hissed.

"Oh, I am alright." I said not bothering to look at him, crossing the space between the bed and the small wardrobe where my belongings were in a duffel bag.

Like I said. Homeless.

"I said you aren't leaving!" He yelled, grabbing my upper arm in a vicelike hold.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Listen here, you whore-" He hissed.

His face too close to mine. "You owe me, I picked you up from the streets and I gave you food and bed and you will repay me-"

I rolled my eyes. "Never asked you to pick me up from Becca's place did I?"

He talks to me as if I were a dog.

Picking me up from the street?

I sure as hell wasn't living in the streets.

"Don't get smart with me." He said, his other hand grabbing my jaw to keep my face trained on his. "I will fucking ruin you, bitch."

"Go on." I gritted out inspire of my jaw held like an animal's.

I am not letting this bastard have the upper hand.

I am so done with all his bullshit.

"Yeah?" He asked, his breath hitting my face, my expression scrunching up at anger as he pushes me toward the bed.

I stagger and sit down on the cheap hard mattress.

Fuck.

He walks toward me, face scrunched up in a predator smirk, turning it ugly like a monster from the pandemonium.

                         ***

I sit up on the bed alarmed, my breathing laboured from the obvious and detailed flashback.

Placing a palm on my forehead, I looked around.

There was no cream and green wallpapers on the wall, neither the windows were covered with mint cotton blinds.

The mattress wasn't hard neither was there any smell of cheap cigarettes in the air.