Chapter 6

The next morning, i woke up in the closet with a soar neck and an upset stomach.

Glancing down at my lap, i see my drawing book resting with the cover shut. Looking around my surroundings, i felt so out of place. Even though i do best around fashion, this closet made me feel like i don't even deserve to be here.

Placing the drawing book back in the suitcase, i piled my clothes over it before i zipped it up. With a final sigh, i got to my feet and stretched my arms above my head, hoping to loosen the stiff muscles.

After failing to relax myself, i walked out of the walk in closet to see Karl drying his hair. He glances over to me for a brief second before he returns his gaze away from me.

Seeing his bruised knuckles, i contemplated whether or not i should speak to him. I honestly don't want to anger him or even draw his attention for a split second.

But staying the entire day in this place would drive me crazy and i also miss work. As weird as it sound coming from me, i have actually loved working in the Davis Company.

After collecting every bit of courage i can get, i cleared my throat while playing with my thumb.

"Karl?" I called out softly andy voice made him stop. Karl drops the towel on his lap before he turn to look at me. Even though his face was painted with utter indifference, i was glad he wasn't glaring at me either. Because, as beautiful as his pale blue eyes are, they look very deadly when he's angry.

"Can i go to work today?" I ask, hoping he would let me.

Karl doesn't say anything for a good of five minutes. Instead, he just stared at me for a while before he turned away again and got back to drying his hair.

My shoulders sunk as i looked at the back of his head. Assuming that it meant no, i walked over to the door of the bedroom to get him breakfast. Just as i was about to walk out, his voice stopped me.

"I'll drive you." He said before standing up from the bed and going into the walk in closet.

For once, i felt happy and relieved. I watched his tattooed back retreat before i made my way out the door. I bit my lips to keep myself from squealing with joy. It did surprise me how much i missed work and the company.

Before Karl could change his mind, i rushed over to the kitchen and made him coffee. Because i had no idea what he liked for breakfast, i quickly pulled out some fruits, breads and peanut butter and sme strawberry jam from the cupboard.

Spreading the butter over one since of bread and then the jam in the other, i squished them together before blacking it on a plate. And then, i went on to make a peanut butter sandwich  and a jam sandwich alone, just incase he didn't like them together.

Once the coffee was done, i poured it in a white mug and placed it on the circular dining table. After placing everything on the table, i rushed up the stairs to take a quick shower.

By the time i was done washing up, Karl was already downstairs. So, i walked over to my suitcase and pulled out a white shirt, a semi tight black suit skirt that falls to my knees and black heels  for my feet.

I walked over to the full length mirror in the closet while buttoning my shirt. Pulling out some pins from my little closer by the corner, i combed my fingers through my long, black hair and pulled them up in a tight bun. After i made sure every piece of hair was in its perfect place, i applied a water lipgloss on my uncharacteristically dry lips and pulled out the only bag i had in possession in this house. Satisfied with my look, i walked out of the room, but not before i took another five minutes to make the bed.

My heels  clicked against the flour as i made my way to the dining room and all the happy biz i was getting evaporated when i saw everything on the table was untouched. Even the coffee. 

I went to the sitting room to see Karl on his phone with another mug in his left hand.

"Are you done?" He asked, his voice back to that cold tone.

"Do you not eat breakfast?" I asked instead but Karl refused to answer. "If you tell me what you like, i can made it for tomorrow morning..."

Before i could finish speaking, Karl slammed the mug down on the small coffee table next to him and glared at me. I subconsciously took a step back when he stood up. His tall figure loomed over me with in seconds and i looked everywhere other than his eyes.

That cold fear i hate so much squeezed my heart as i stared at his wide chest. In his full black suit and milk white shirt, Karl looked just as dangerous as he does with nothing but his tattooed skin.

"Let's get one thing straight, Lucy..." He spat my name out with Venmo, as if it burned his throat to even speak to me. 

"You are nothing but a pawn i can use in any and every way i like. You're not here to play house or act like a loving wife. You're here so i can break you piece by piece. You're here because even your own family hated you enough to sell you to a monster. Even if they were well aware of my desire to see you break, they were more than happy to get rid of you..."

Karl fisted the front of my shirt with his large had and dragged me closer to him until our noses were touching.

"No one cared whether i killed you or kept you alive. All they cared about was the small cheque i threw at their feet. You're that cheep, Lucy. You are nothing but a waste of air and having to just look at you sickness me."

Tears rolled down my cheeks and my face burned with the amount of hate he was washing me with. My entire body shook with every single word he spoke. And just when i thought he would be done, Karl let my shirt go and placed an iron grip on my arm and dragged me to the dining room.

After shoving me towards the table, Karl then proceeded to pick up the plates and smashed then on the ground.

A short scream escaped my lips when he picked up the bowl of fruits and thew it against the wall. The bowl shattered into pieces and dropped on the ground, along with some smashed fruits.

Karl looked like a mad man when he reached for the cold mug of coffee and walked over to the sink. He looked me in the eyes as he emptied the coffee down the sink and threw the mug in. I heard it break from the forced he used before he strated to walk over to me.

I was too scared to move, too terrified to even think. I just stood there with my arms wrapped around myself and my face twitching with ever tear and sob that escaped me.

As soon as Karl reached me, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. His pale blue eyes looked like they were on fire meant to burn me alive. Karl looked at my face, studying ever bit of panic showing in my expression, until his gaze landed on my trembling lips.

For a few seconds, Karl stayed frozen and tense before he looked back into my eyes. His grip on my chin was not as hard as it was on my arm, probably not hard enough to cause a bruise. But it was still steady, as if warning mw that this is just the very beginning.

"Remember you who are." Karl growled as he leaned closer "It's time you have a taste of your own medicine."

With that, he pulled away and walked out the dinning room. The tremble of my body or the rears and the silent sobs didn't stop as i looked around the mess he created. 

Smashed plates were all around the dining room and the sandwiches had fallen apart from each other and are sticking of the floor.

I was just trying to be nice by making him something to eat. All he had to say was yes or no. All the things he said about my family wasn't necessary.

I sniffled as i moved over to the plates on the floor but a honk made me jump. I remembered that he said he was going to drive me to work. So, leaving the mess for later, i picked my bag up fron the floor and rushed out the door.

The one garde station at the front door looked at me with sympathy in his eyes before he closed the door after i walked out. Rushing over to the car upfront, i opened the passenger door and hopped in.

Placing my bag on my lap, i strapped myself in and waited for him to start the engine.

Karl had a tight grip on the stirring wheel and i refused to look at him as i was too scared he would lash out again.

The drive to the Davis Company was about forty-five minutes, giving me enough time to wipe my tears and collect myself. I was thankful that Karl was silent the entire time i was sniffing and wiping my tears away. And after forty-five minutes of an intensely awkward drive, we finally pulled up outside the large building. 

I didn't wait another second to take my seatbelt off and reach out to open the door, but Karl grabbed my arm and stopped me from making my escape. A soft gasp escaped my lips and i immediately tense when i felt his large hand on my arm. But to my surprise, his grip wasn't as punishing as it was earlier.

I settled back on the seat and looked over to his direction without actually looking at him. I carefully watched him as he reached into the glove compartment infront of me and pick up a ring.

Karl placing the ring on my lap and let go of my arm. Picking up the ring, i realized that it was a wedding band with tiny diamonds dusted all over it.

"Wear it." Karl commanded and i couldn't resist the urge to look at him hands. 

His ring finger was empty of a wedding band and i realized that I'm the only one who is going to be chained with this little circle. When i realize Karl was watching me look at his ring finger, i quickly looked away.

Swallowing past the giant lump in my throat, i nodded my head before slipping the ring around my left hand ring finger. The fit was surprisingly perfect and the band looked beautiful on my finger.

But, instead on making me feel wanted or a woman of a man, i feel sick as it will only take a single look at my finger to remind me that i belong to a man that wants to break me apart for what ever reasons i can never understand.