Father please I said, my voice is shaking in this quiet room. You cannot do this to me. You cannot just hand me over to him. I am talking about my life and you are acting like it is nothing. My father you have to listen to me. I do not want to go with him. You know that. Why are you doing this to the family to me to my father to our family? You are my father. I need you to protect me from him.
My father would not look at me. He was walking back and forth across the floor his face was really pale. He was sweating a lot. My father looked like a man who had seen something that really scared him like a ghost.
Aurelia stop it he said loudly. His voice was shaking. I do not have a choice. The debt is too big. The debt collector is coming to collect the debt and paying the debt is the way to deal with the debt collector.
Damien is a bad person. I cried, my hands holding the sides of my wheelchair tight so tight that my fingers looked white. Everyone knows who Damien is. Damien is mean Damien is cruel. You cannot just give me to someone, like Damien. Please I'm asking you Father do not let Damien take me.
"It's already done," he whispered. "The papers are ready. He's on his way."....
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The night air was really thick and heavy outside our villa. It felt like it was up against the glass windows just standing there and waiting. I have always been a little afraid of the dark. When I was a kid I thought there were monsters hiding in the dark. Now that I am twenty four years old I know that the real monsters are not hiding under my bed. The real monsters are the people who wear suits, like five thousand dollar suits and they just walk right into my house through the front door. Tonight the atmosphere in the house was really strange. The house felt like it was holding its breath waiting for something to happen to the people in the house. It was like the house was waiting for something to go wrong. Tonight the house had a feeling and it was a feeling that something bad was going to happen to the people, in the house tonight.
I was sitting in the middle of the living room. My hands were squeezed together in my lap. The cold metal of my wheelchair was against my skin. This was a reminder that I could not get up and run away when things got scary. My dad was in the hallway behind me. His voice was high and shaky. My dad always sounds like that when he is talking about money or when my dad is, in trouble. The sound of my dads voice was really scary. My wheelchair was not going anywhere. Neither was I. My dad was. I had to listen. In his world, those two things are usually the same.
I really do not like nights like this. Nights like this make me feel like a doll that is sitting on a shelf. I am just sitting here waiting to see what is going to happen to me. I might get moved to a place or I might get broken into little pieces. My life is not really my life. It is like I am always sitting in waiting rooms. I am waiting for my dad to decide what to do. I am waiting for a doctor to tell me something. I am waiting for something to happen. Tonight it feels like I do not have to wait. Tonight it feels like the waiting is finally over for my life. Nights like this are really hard, for me because my life is full of waiting for my dad and waiting for doctors and waiting for bad things to happen.
Then I heard it.
I heard a low and heavy noise. It was the sound of a car engine that did not sound right in our driveway. The car engine sounded like an animal. My dad stopped talking all of a sudden. I saw my dads shadow on the floor. He looked really scared like he was freezing up. My stomach got all nervous. Flipped over. This was not someone coming over to talk business with my dad and have a drink. This was someone coming to our house who did not have intentions, like an animal coming to take over its territory. The car engine was loud. It sounded like a beast.
The front door opened. That is when I noticed there was no knock at the door. Nobody said hello. The front door just. It was really slow and really quiet. The air in the room felt cold all of a sudden. The air, in the room felt like it got really cold fast. It felt sharp. It felt thin. I had to make myself turn my head and look at the door.
He was there.
This man was the person I had ever seen. He was really big and strong. It felt like he took up all the light in the room. Our living room is huge. He made it feel tiny. He did not smile all. He did not even look at my dad. He just came in. Everything felt weird like the whole world was turned upside down. I wanted to run and hide. I could not move my body. I was stuck, frozen by how scary and intense this man was. This man was so intense that I could not do anything.
He stopped a feet away from me. He was wearing a black coat and black leather gloves that fit him perfectly. The light from the chandelier made his eyes look really amazing. His eyes were not brown or blue they were like gold. The Facebook guy I saw had eyes but this guys eyes were special. His liquid gold eyes were shining with a lot of heat that made my heart beat fast. I felt like a bird looking at a snake. I knew the guy in the coat could hurt me very badly but I could not stop looking at the guy, in the black coat.
Then something weird happened to me. I am talking about this thing that happened. The weird thing was really strange.
There was a noise inside his chest. It was like a growl. The sound was really low. I could feel it. It was like it was shaking the floor. My chair was moving. It did not sound like it came from a person. It sounded like he was very hungry. His eyes looked at me. I stopped breathing. My heart was beating fast in my chest. It was hitting my ribs hard. I thought it might hurt them. His eyes were still, on me. I could feel my heart beating. The growl was still there it was like his body was telling me something. His hunger was real.
When I saw that look something changed. It was, like an old feeling that had been hidden for a long time. The thing that was living behind those eyes seemed to shout one word: Mate. It was like the whole world stopped and all I could hear was that one word: Mate.
The room was completely quiet. I did not know what that word meant to him. The way he looked at me made my skin feel like it was burning. I was scared yes. I was also feeling a strange rush. My body was reacting to the man in a way I could not explain. I knew then that the man was not there for the money my dad owed. The man was there, for me.
My dad cleared his throat. It was a weird sound. He sounded like a little boy, you know like the kind of sound a scared kid makes. My dad sounded like that.
Damien the man said. He was playing with his tie. He looked really scared. He seemed like he was going to pass out.
Damien did not even look at the man. The man who owed Damien everything.. Damien just kept his eyes on me. It felt like Damien was reading my soul. Damien looked past my wheelchair and my silk dress. Damien saw every secret I had ever kept. Damien saw the fear that I had inside of me. Damien saw that little bit of fire that I still had left inside of me.
I swallowed hard. My throat felt really dry like I had sand in it. I had to remember to breathe in and out. I kept telling myself that he was a person, a man with a heart and a name John was not just a name he was a man with a heart and a name. But my heart was beating fast it was like my pulse was racing. A part of me wanted to move to him because he felt so warm the man, with a heart and a name felt warm. Another part of me wanted to push my chair into a corner and hide from the man with a heart and a name. I just sat there still and did not move.
He took a step closer to me. The air around him appeared to change. My wheelchair seemed small and not very strong at that moment. I could feel the heat coming from him it was, like waves of warmth.
Then I smelled him. He had a smell that was like a mix of leather and woodsmoke and something cold. It was like the air, in winter when it is really cold and it smells sharp. The smell of him was very masculine and sexy. It made my chest feel funny. My heart was beating fast in my throat. The smell of him was still there. It was making me feel weird. The smell of leather and woodsmoke and that cold thing was all mixed together and it was the smell of him.
The man told me that I am Aurelia Russo.
The mans voice was really low and rough. It felt like it was shaking my body. The voice of the man was like he thought he owned the world. He was not asking for my opinion. He was simply telling me something. The man was saying that I belonged to him. The mans voice was saying that I was his.
I wanted to say something to prove I was not a doll but no sound came out of my mouth. My dad stepped forward. He looked really pale and sweaty. I thought to myself my dad is probably going to make another excuse just like he always does with the people, around me my dad.
Damien just moved his hand a bit. That was all it was a flick of his gloved fingers. My dad froze instantly. His mouth shut tight like something was holding it closed.
I was feeling a lot of emotions. I was scared.. At the same time I had this strong feeling of wanting something. I did not want to say it loud but it was really there. The desire was really strong. I was very confused. I felt stuck. My legs were shaking badly because I was so nervous. Even though my legs were not working properly they were still shaking. My hands were holding onto my chair tightly. My knuckles were white because I was gripping the chair hard. The fear and the desire were both, inside me the desire was crazy and hot.
Damiens eyes got a little softer, for a split second. I almost missed it. It made my stomach do a slow roll. It was not pity it was something. It was recognition of something. Then Damiens face went hard again like that. Damiens expression changed fast I had to think about what I saw. It was definitely recognition that I saw in Damiens eyes.
The man told me that I do not need to say anything he said that I should just be quiet.
The man was not trying to be mean. He was just being very clear, about what he wanted. This guy had already made up his mind about how the story was going to end. He knew what he was doing and he was not going to change it. The story was going to end the way the man wanted it to, no matter what.
I understood what was happening then. Whatever this man wanted he was going to take it. My life, which was previously controlled by my dads decisions was now being given to this big and frightening and beautiful man. I was not in charge of my life anymore. Maybe I never really was, in charge of my life to begin with. This big and scary and beautiful man was taking over my life.
My dad started complaining. "Damien please we can figure this out I can get the money by the end of the month Damien I promise I will get the money give me some time, Damien."
Damien said "Be quiet."
One word was all that was needed. That was all it took to make my dad be quiet. He looked small standing next to Damien. Damien was a guy and my dad looked tiny in comparison. Damien never took his eyes off me. The silence, in the room was very uncomfortable. It felt so heavy that I could feel the weight of it. Damien just kept looking at me. My dad stayed silent.
Something woke up inside of me. I felt fear. At the same time I felt a wild curiosity. My dad always told me that I was a problem he said this my life.. The way this man looked at me he did not see the problem that my dad saw. This man saw something something else in me. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was not a problem like the things my dad said were not true. Something, about the way this man looked at me made me want to know what he saw in me what this something else was that he saw.
I do not understand why this has to happen to me. I really wanted to ask that question. What do you see when you look at a girl, like me who can't even walk out of the room.. I pushed those questions down inside me. Asking questions only leads to a lot of pain in my life. I just do not want to feel that pain.
Damien took another step. I could see the scar on his jaw clearly now. It was a scar but it looked good on him. I thought about how he got it from a fight or something. His hands were big. They looked really strong in those leather gloves he was wearing. They looked like they could break things easily or hold onto me tightly. I could smell something on his coat it was like the smell of guns. It was making my stomach feel weird. Damien was a man who was used to fighting and being, around things. He was the kind of man who lived in the shadows.
He has not touched me yet. The promise of him touching me was hanging in the air. It felt like a big storm was about to hit us. The storm felt really scary. I wanted to scream for help because I was really scared.. At the same time I also wanted to stay right there with him. The feeling of him touching me was really confusing, for me.
The man told me that I belong to him now. He said that I am his and he made that very clear. The man said "You belong to me now".
This was not something to be scared of. This was something he wanted to make clear. He was saying that my future and my body belonged to him and he did this with four simple words.
I wanted to look but his eyes held me in place. His eyes were all he needed to keep me there. Just being near him was, like being trapped. I knew the man could hurt me really badly without touching me. The man could break me. He would not have to do much of anything.
"My dad said my name, Damien again. His voice was really soft, like a leaf that is blowing in the wind. This was not what we agreed on my dad said that this was not the deal."
Damien said it is.
The man did not even look at him. His whole universe was the space between the man and me. The mans focus on me was all consuming. This kind of attention from the man could make me feel like I am the person, in the world or it could burn me to ashes. The mans attention was really something that the man gave to me. It was very powerful.
I tried to make sense of what happened. This man I did not know walked into my house. Changed my life forever in just five minutes. He said I was the payment for a debt that I did not agree to. I had no control, over what was happening. I had no say in the matter. The debt was not something I signed up for. This man was taking me anyway. I was not able to speak up for myself. My voice was not heard.
I felt a lump in my throat. I made myself swallow it. I was not going to cry in front of him no way. My life had been. It was a really scary thought. I felt the air, on my skin and it made me feel even more scared. I wanted to vanish but I just sat there feeling stuck. My life had been. That was a hard thing to deal with.
I just could not bring myself to hate him. The golden eyes of his had a desire to protect me in them. This was a feeling that was like he wanted to keep me safe much as he wanted to have me all to himself. It was a confusing feeling and it hurt a lot. The golden eyes of his were really something that made me feel this way.
He stepped back. I felt a chill when the warmth of his body was gone. My body slumped a little. The deal was set.
Damien was here for me. The old Aurelia was dead.