Chapter 4 Sold

/-RILEY -/

"She's yours"

That statement sends my world crashing down.

"I believe we've come to an agreement, so I'll get your money right now" He says, taking out his phone.

Tears sting my eyes as dad waits eagerly. I can't believe he's going to sell me off like some commodity.

"Riley, can I talk to you for a sec?" Mom pleads. I scoff and wipe my tears.

"Talk about what? Your greedy husband's about to sell me off to some man, and you're going to support him like you always do".

"You won't speak of your father in such a manner. Apologize right now!" She snaps.

"He's not my dad. I'm just some bastard child he took because he fancies you. And you. You will support him because you don't want him to kick you out".

"Riley!" Dad yells and I run out. I slammed the door behind him and ran pass the flashy cars lined in front of our house.

Tears blind me as I run farther. I wish I could just disappear.

I hate him. I hate all of them. I just want to get away.

I stop running as rain pours down on me. I sink to the floor and bury my face in my lap.

Memories of that night flood through my mind, as well as the torture.

Maybe it's a good thing he came. I was this close to falling into depression. But that doesn't matter because he just made me understand how worthless I am to the people I call family.

Suddenly, the rain stops pouring on me and I look up to see an umbrella over me. I glare at the figure beside me.

"I like your plan. Very plain without complications" he says and I stare blankly.

He bats his lashes as they drip water. I hate to say they look darker and longer.

Are my lashes that long? I unconsciously touch mine, and he gives me a look.

I quickly drop my hands and clear my throat.

"What are you doing here?"

"I ran after you then I went back to get an umbrella after you settled down here" he shrugs.

That doesn't make any sense. Why not use one of his cars instead? Why go through the stress of running back and forth?

Of course, I'm his commodity. He can't let his money go to waste. I push away his umbrella and stand.

"You do have a weird way of showing appreciation," he says.

I scoff, "I don't remember screaming for help".

He chuckles, "Right. I deserve that. You know if you keep playing princess in the rain, you're gon' go down with a terrible cold".

"Sounds like a good plan" I say, walking away from him. He runs in front of me and I sigh. He pushes his wet hair from his face.

"Stop being stubborn. I told your parents I'd bring you back. You either walk with me or I carry you home".

"Good for you".

"What exactly do you want me to do for you to return home?" He sighs.

.

"I want you to take your money and get out of my life," I say. He bites his lip.

"It's not that simple".

"What's so hard about letting me move on with my life?".

"I would if you'd just get out of my head," he says, trapping my eyes in his. I swallow and step back, but he pulls me so hard that I crash against his chest.

I gulp nervously and try to pull away, but his grip is too strong. He lowers his face to mine until we're breathing the same air.

"W...w...what...are...let go... Leave me..." I stutter.

"Remember what I told you that night?" He says huskily. I open my mouth to talk, but nothing comes out.

"I told you there's no time for foreplay, but right now, I think there's just enough time to kiss you senseless," he whispers. My breath hitches. My stare fall on his lips.

What is wrong with you, Riley? Why is it so hard to resist this temptation? I shut my eyes as he leans closer.

Just as his lips are about to touch mine, I place my hands over my lips and his lips press softly on it.

My eyes open at once, and he pulls away with a smirk.

"Next time you're going to need a lot more than your palms to stop me. Let's go home" he says backing me.

"What about my condition?" I ask.

"You don't intend to give up, do you? I'll just have to do it the hard way".

Before I can register his words, he sweeps me off my feet.

"What are you doing? Let me go" I yell, wiggling in his arms.

"Quiet wifey. You're disturbing the neighborhood" he says.

I keep struggling until he reaches our door step.

"Let me go" I growl and he drops me. I fell hard on my butt.

He laughs heartily and I glare at him.

"What? You asked me to let go" he says innocently.

I stand and open the door to get the shock of my life.

My bags are already packed. I look from mom to dad.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"He already paid the money" mom says quietly. So what does that have to do with my bags?

"You're leaving with him".