Chapter 8

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My eyes slowly cracked open from a gentle nudge I felt on my side before I sat up and squinted from the brightness in the room. I started rubbing my eyes until they adjusted to the light before I began noticing the unfamiliarity of the room I was in. As I looked down at my crumpled wedding dress, the reality of the day before slowly came crashing back down on me.

"Get up."

My eyes quickly shot up to the person standing over me, his appearance grimacing and intimidating.

"You... I mean -"

"Change into something else." He abruptly said before I could gather myself.

"I-, I don't know where you've put my belongings." I whispered softly while tearing myself from his cold gaze.

He walked away, signaling for me to follow him so I got up quickly and matched his pace.

I rubbed the back of my neck as I ascended the stairs, the crick in my back worsening as I thought of the uncomfortable position I slept in on the couch.

As we walked together without saying a word, I reluctantly viewed the walls around us. Surprisingly I observed that they were painted in a bright green shade much in contrast to him. I didn't have time to observe much more as he pushed in the door to a room abruptly and we entered it.

I stood near the door quietly and watched as Kerrick pulled out my chest with my things before turning to me.

"I brought them over yesterday before our wedding."

I silently nodded to him and went over to the chest. As I crouched over, I pulled out a brown and green striped dress before falling forward on my knees. I ran my hand over the fabric gently before moving to take in the rest of the room.

It was painted in a slightly different color but it still came off brightly.

Kerrick must have caught sight of my wandering eyes because I soon noticed that he was staring at me.

"This is my room," He said walking up to the door behind him. "But it's going to be our room now."

Our room.

"Hurry and change. I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

I nodded to him again as he left the room before turning back to the chest and unpacking my things.

I picked out everything one by one, each item holding a piece of my memory with it. It was painful to think I was starting over and leaving my father alone in the store, but it brought me some comfort to know he was safe and okay.

As soon as I was finished unpacking, I put on one of my favorite dresses which Victoria always remarked, reminded her of a uniform. It was the dress I had pulled out first and at the moment, the one I felt most comfortable wearing.

I made my way back downstairs after piling my things up neatly in a nearby closet.

What I didn't expect was to see Kerrick standing in the middle of the room waiting for me impatiently.

"What took you so long?" He asked eagerly.

"I had to unpack and..."

My voice trailed off as I was caught under his scrutinizing gaze, the dark suffocating heat of his eyes reaching me.

He shook his head and turned towards a room that looked like a kitchen, the tension and pressure of his gaze breaking easily.

I instinctively followed behind him into the room where he pulled out a tray and opened a cupboard.

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