I met him again

Chapter 3

Cassie POV

It has been three months since the incident, but it's as if it just happened. It's still so fresh in my head. The scene keeps replaying in my head each time and the more I try getting it off my brain, the more difficult it seems to be. My life is still the same, nothing has changed over the months, it only got worsen and I have to take all the pain alone.

I have no idea how long I'd sleep, but the sound of my blaring alarm pulls me back from dreamland, and forcing my eyes open, I groan tiredly. It's still early in the morning, but I have to get up and make something for the man of the house before he decides to give me the punishment of my life again.

Standing up from the bed, I drag my feet into the bathroom and wash my face to get sleep off my eyes and once I am done, I head to the kitchen afterward. Stepping into the kitchen, I set to make breakfast.

An hour and a half later, breakfast is all set and I walk back into my room to get ready for work afterward. I was supposed to be on the afternoon shift, but my colleague isn't around, so I have to work all day and get extra payment.

After I am done getting dressed, I had my breakfast inside my room and leave for work afterward. I take a cab to work and in less than thirty minutes, I am already at the bar, getting things ready.

As expected, hours later, the bar is filled up and there is noise everywhere as usual. I just wonder if these people ever get tired of drinking, because most of the people come here every day to drink. Not that my father is an exception though, just that he doesn't come here to drink.

"Two bottles of vodka," One of the men orders and I quickly walk over to the seat to deliver it to him before he yells at me. Customers can be crazy and annoying at times.

"Wow, you look beautiful," the man says, staring at me lustfully as I serve his drink, but I ignore him.

"What's with that look? Are you trying to play hard to get, huh? Name your price for just a night," He says, laughing hard and trying to touch my hand but I shift back from him. Yes, I am a calm young lady who has become a weakling from her father's maltreatment, but one thing I will never take, is people abusing me and messing up with me.

"This is not allowed here, young man. I am a waitress, not a whore and I'll advise you to stop this now," I speak to him calmly, trying to be as much polite as I can. Hopefully, he listens to me and behaves himself.

"Oh, please save me those sermons. You're not any different from those whores. Stop acting like some holy shit and let's get this business..." I grab the drink I had just poured into the wine glass and empty it on his face, even before he can finish his statement. I can take anything from customers, but this shit.

"What!" He shrieks, staring down at his stained and wet clothes in pure disgust.

"I'll take anything from you, but you have no right whatsoever to think you can come here and talk to me like that. I am a worker here and not a whore!" I yell at the top of my voice as tears well up in my eyes and soon they find their way out. I do not blame him or anyone that abuses me, the blames goes to my dad for subjecting me to all these, and the blames goes to him for making me pass through all this pain.

"What's going on here?" That's my manager's voice behind me. Turning around to face her, tears rolled down my cheeks.

"This girl is a psycho! How can you hire someone like this to work for you? Do you want people to cease coming here to patronize you? She's mannerless and doesn't know how to treat customers. I'm out of here, and I'll never come back here again not until this thing is fired from here. Rubbish," I and my manager watch the man talk and she didn't even stand up for me, she didn't defend me, is this how much of a plague I am to everyone?

"What the heck was that, huh? Customers are always right, and you have no right to do what you did!" She faces me and yells at me angrily and I can't help the scoff that tears through my throat. Is she being serious right now, huh?

"Really? Wow! I didn't see this coming. Is this how you judge people? You couldn't even ask me my side of the story and you just concluded that customers are always right? Customers are always right to harass your workers sexually, right? Customers are always right to bully and flirt with your workers, isn't it?" I yell as more tears roll down my cheeks. Yes, I know what I'm getting into, the worst she can do is to sack me and I do not care if she does. I can trade anything else but one thing I'll never allow is to trade my pride, not for anything.

"No matter what he had done, you could've reported to me than going this far!" She yells at me and I scoff. Did she just say that I went too far? What if I had slapped the bastard?

"You know what? I don't think I can work with you anymore... You have to leave," and with that, she turns around and walks away leaving me frozen on the spot as tears roll down my cheeks. Why do bad things happen to me everywhere I go?

Giving the man one last glance, I turn around and walk back to the counter and pick up my bag, before walking briskly out of the car.

Stepping out of the bar, I stroll down the road and walk to the nearest park where I visit whenever I want to clear my head. Once I get to the park, I sit on the bench and stare into space as the gentle breeze blow on my face, swaying my hair.

"Don't cry, Cassie, everything will be fine," I assure myself, wiping my tears. After staying there for a few more hours, afraid of going home, I finally summon up the courage to go. It's just a scolding I'm going to get from him, I'll just look for another job soon.

Taking a cab home, I meet the door open, and it's kind of suspicious. Dad doesn't come home this early, so how come the door is opened? Or could it be that our house was robbed?

Rushing over to the entrance door and storming into the living room, I halt abruptly as the sight of dad and a stranger welcomes me. They are both discussing, and the young man glances at me as soon as I walk inside, having an expression on his face that I have no idea what it means.

"Good day," I greet him in a low tone. Turning around, I start walking away, but his voice brings me to an abrupt halt.

"Cassie, go get your things. You're leaving with this man," His voice rings through my ears, causing me to turn around to look at him confusingly.

"Wha..."

"This is your owner now. I sold you," His words echo in my head, and my mouth drops open in shock. What did he just say?

I watch as he stands up to his feet and then picks up the parcel of money on the center table.

"Wha...what are you talking about? This is a joke, right?" I stutter as I suddenly feel my body quiver. This isn't true, this isn't happening, he must be playing a prank on me. How can he possibly sell me off, just like that?

"Take her with you," He says to the man, and with that, he strides out of the living room with the money, not sparing me a glance. My dad sold me, he sold me off to a stranger, is this how much he hates me?

Knowing that it'll be pointless to beg, I follow the man obediently. As he drives us to God knows where, I keep shedding tears as my heart tightens painfully.

After two hours of driving, he finally drives into a magnificent building and parks at the garage, stepping out of the car afterward while I follow him.

He leads me into the living room, which looks like another planet on its own. Yes, it's like those mansions I do see in movies. This place is so beautiful, but then, this isn't the time to admire the house.

The sound of the footsteps descending the stairs pull my attention and raising my gaze slowly to check who it is, I freeze on the spot at the sight I behold. It is the man from months ago. The werewolf that scared me that day. I'm doomed!