We sat by the pool in silence. Not an awkward silence,more of a comfortable one.
I sat and let the coolness of the water take me to another place. A place with no mom, no Emmet, not even Journey.
Just myself. It felt nice. Real or not. It felt nice to pretend for once.
"You want something to eat?" Emmet said knocking me out of my peaceful trance.
Manners, anyone?
"You do realize I still have no idea who you are."
"You know enough" He retorted,giving me a smug smile.
Wow,this dude is seriously mental.
"I know that you're name is Emmett, which could be a lie,and that you are something similar to a drug dealer."
"That's not all you know all you know about me."
"Oh pleaase tell me more. I practically dying with anticipation." I said dragging out the please.
He just chuckled and flicked water from the pool at me.
"Are you always a sarcastic asshole?" He asked me.
"No, are you always an insecure bitch?"
"No, I leave that to you." He didn't give me a change to reply before he began talking again. "Now the thing you didn't mention about me..........I'm hot."
"Woah,cocky much?"
"You didn't deny it."
"Aren't you supposed to be cooking? "
He looked bewildered for a few seconds then shook his head.
I knew it. This dude definitely has a few screws loose.
"Ohhh." He finally said. "You thought I was offering to COOK us something to eat?"
"Uhh, duh!" I said flicking his forhead. "When a SANE person asks another would they like some food, THEY usually attempt to prepare it!"
"I have two replies to that. One: I don't cook that's a woman's job.
Two.." -He said shoving his thumb and index finger in my face.- "Two: Are you trying to imply I'm not sane?"
"Perhaps I was a little too subtle; let me clear the air. You are insane, sexist, egotistical, prick!" I yelled. "I'm leaving!"
I jumped up out of the calm water and picked up my shoes and socks in my hands,not wanting to further damage them. Why the hell! Why would I come here? Because I was offered a freaking job. God knows what that would be.
I don't even want to imagine.
"Seraphina!"
I could hear Emmet faint voice as I ran towards the front door.
This friggin' place was like a maze. You would think it's a straight shot from the pool, to the bedroom, down the stairs. Sounds easy right? So why not just do that!? After running around what seemed to be the entire house trying to find the stairs, I rounded a corner and smashed into something hard, and...warm. Muscular. It's 'him'.
"Where are the front doors?"
"Downstairs." He pointed over his shoulder. I looked over it and there it was. I was going in the wrong direction! It was right by the pool.
Wait that means-
"How the hell did I run in a damn circle! ?!
"I don't know smarty-pants. Maybe if you wouldn't have ran off like that we wouldn't be in this situation."
"Of course I ran away! Who wouldn't run away from a deranged creep like you? You...you.....psychopath!"
"Calm down." He told me putting his hands on my shoulders.
"Don't you E•V•E•R, tell me to calm down!"
He didn't reply. He just looked at me and shook his head. How dare he ignore me. That punk. I was about to continue throwing insults when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"RAPE!!! RAPE!!! HELP ME" I hit his back with all my force, he didn't even flinch.
"I know how much you wanna touch me, but can you please wait a while. Don't want to rush into anything."
Cojones. I tell you that.
"Ass."
"Yours is nice."
"UGHHHH! Put me down! Creep!"
As the words left my mouth I felt myself being thrown on to something soft and comfy.
"Now stay."
"You gonna throw me a bone now or something, maybe my own leash?"
I saw a small smile -correction- smirk creep up to his face.
"Kinky, I like it."
With that he walked out of the door.
I. Hate. My. Life.
I hated it before, sure, but then I had good reason. I hated my life because I thought that I was looked down upon, I'm stuck in poverty with no way out, my mother's a whore who wants me to follow in her disgusting footsteps, or maybe because I know I'll never be close to someone let alone a male.
Now it was worse than that.
Now it was because- (A) I'm in the house of a stranger who seems to be dangerously close to my mother and by dangerously close I mean he knows she exsisted. (B) I want to know this strange man. To be close. A guy i don't know and from what I've seen I don't like. But he feels secure. He seems like if he would hold me, he'd make sure to never let go.
That is twisted.
I shouldn't feel safe. I should be kicking and screaming to leave this place. it's all suspicious, every part of it. Who lives in a giant mansion by themselves? With no help! How does he have so much money?
"Hey Seraphina..."
"You said you don't cook."
"Uhh, yeah."
"If you don't cook, and you have no chef or help, how do yuo eat? Do you clean? 'Cause this place is spotless. How did you get all this money? Are your parents rich or something? Are they drug dealers? I. Want. Answers."
He ran his hair through his shiny black hair keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
"Seraphina, you can go now. I can drive you."
"No! I need answers. You can't just bring me here and then try to throw me out!"
"Alright. You want answers you say?"
"Duh."
"Sit down." I didn't even realize we were face to face until now.
"Ok." I said simply and walked back to the bed.
He sat down next to me and rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes never leaving the floor.
"Well....."
"You know how I said I was..... something like a drug dealer right."
"Yeah."
"Well, I deal things just not drugs."
"So it's like guns?"
He didn't say anything. Juse kept looking at the floor with his head in his hands.
"You sell guns?" I said trying to keep my voice calm.
"No. Although what I sell can be just as deadly." He said with a humorless laugh.
"Why do you keep beating around the bush!? Just tell me already!"
He turned towards me his blues eyes dark.
I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I wanted to slap him in his face but my body was frozen and numb.
"Are you ok?" He asked me quietly.
I couldn't trust my voice.
"I sell women."
I felt my entire stomach drop.
I couldn't belive it. I could move, or speak. My entire body was numb.
"Are you okay,Seraphina?"
I still could not speak; I used what seemed to be all of my stregnth to nod my head. I don't know why this affected my so much. I had no history with Emmett. We weren't close, and I had been insulting him ever since I saw him.
But I have to get answers. I can't appear weak.
"So, that's how you know my mom?"
"Yeah, for about three years now."
"So about the job--"
"NO! How can you ask me that? I'm only 16 years old!"
"Yeah, your 16 and poor with a drug addict for a mother!" He got off the bed and stood in front of me." She needs you now more than ever. She's a frail woman and aside from that she's your mom. She may not have been in your life lately, but think about when you were younger. She was there when you alone, cleaned your wounds, held you when you cried. Now it's your turn.
Whadya say?"
He had a point. A very strong point.
Yet there was still a considerable amount of doubt inside of me.
What would Jorney think?
but Journey has money, she doesn't know what it feels like.
What would my dad say?
I should't care about him. He dropped off the face of the Earth a long time ago.
Would I actually be able to help out? Could I bring us out of this hole?
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and said the hardest words to every leave my mouth.