Chapter 2 MEETING THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE.

"Good evening, Mrs. Morgan."

"Clara, is that you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Morgan."

"Oh my sweet girl, I thought you weren't coming today."

"I'm sorry I'm late; I had to visit Kya at the hospital."

"It's okay, I will leave you to your work," she said and left. Mrs. Morgan has night blindness; she doesn't really see well during the night.

I sighed out and grabbed my cleaning materials as I started cleaning the house. Mrs. Morgan has a son, Ken. He was barely home, but the few times I have seen him, I really don't feel comfortable around him.

As I headed into his office, I prayed I wouldn't see him, but luck wasn't on my side. He was seated at his desk, going through some files as he typed his laptop.

"Good evening, sir," I greeted him. He looked up at me before a smile appeared on his face.

"Clara, you are here." He said, taking off his glasses.

"Yes sir. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your working hours." I apologised because I felt bad for being an inconvenience to him.

"It's okay; I'm sure you have your reasons. Come in; I'm sure we can both share the same space while getting our jobs done.

"Oh, okay." I really didn't think he would say that. He normally takes his work to his room, which I already cleaned while I cleaned the office.

I walked in and started cleaning the room. I felt his eyes on me as I tried as much as possible to ignore him.

"So I heard something from my mother about you."

"Oh, you did?" I said in a small voice. I really wish he would just ignore me until I'm done cleaning his office so I could leave.

"She said you have a sister who has been at the hospital for a while now."

"Yes, I do."

"How is she faring?" I wanted to say fine, but how could I when nothing is fine with Kya or me?

"I couldn't afford her treatment, and she has been in massive pain. The doctor that has been keeping her stable for months said she needs a new heart transplant or she may never survive it."

I didn't mean to pour out my problems to him, but I need someone to talk to.

"I'm sorry, sir; I will just clean up your desk and go." I wiped the tears running down my face as I turned to leave.

"Clara, wait," he said as he grabbed my hand, stopping me from leaving.

"I know it hurts, but crying a little wouldn't hurt. We all go through hard times, but I want you to know that you are not alone. You have me and my mom. Let me help you."

I let his words get to me. When he hugged me, I didn't think I should push him away since I needed one. I buried my face in his chest and started pouring my eyes out.

"It's okay; I can take all your pains away." He said as he started running his hands up and down my back. At first I thought it was his way of comforting me until I felt him grabbing and squeezing my buttocks.

"Sir, what are you doing?" I asked, pushing him away from me. I stared at him in shock; I never expected he would do such a thing. I stood waiting for him to apologise, but instead he smirked.

"Come on, Clara, you are no longer a child. You are a grown ass lady, so I'm sure you know how this thing works." He said. He had the same smirk still plastered on his face. I stood two steps away from him, but he started coming close to me as I continued to back away.

"Come on, Clara, I'm sure you know how much I want you. You have filled my dreams since the first day I met you. I want you, Clara; just give into me, and I will foot all the bills regarding your sister's surgery." He started taking off his belt as I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Sir, what is wrong with you? Why are you taking off your pants?"

"Quit Joking around Clara; I know you want me, so quit running away and let's get this over with." He grabbed me before I could make my way to the door as he pressed my back against him.

I could feel his hardened dick pressing hard against my back.

"No! Let me go. This is insane; please let me go!!" I screamed, but his hand flew to my mouth as he covered them up.

"Shut up and quit screaming like a crazy woman. This is going to be over in no time, and you are going to love it."

He grabbed a hold of my dress as he drew on it. I heard the sound of my dress being torn to pieces. I struggled to free myself from him, but he was holding on too strong.

When he started tugging at my bra, I knew there was no escape for me. I had to do something, so I grabbed hold of his hand that was pressing me down to his desk and bit on it.

He screamed in pain as he pushed me off him. I thought that was my chance to run to the door, but he grabbed me by the hair before I could even push myself off the floor.

"Aah!!!!" I screamed in pain as I tried to get my hair off his grip.

"You bitch!" He said as he slapped me hard across the face.

"You should have remained still when I asked you to!" He pushed me as I felt my head colliding with the desk in front of me.

I felt a sharp pain deep into my head as I struggled to keep myself steady. A wave of dizziness washed over me, leaving the room spinning in my eyes.

I felt a sharp pain when my body collided with the floor. I saw him coming close to me. I managed to crawl away from him, but it wasn't too long until he grabbed me by the hair, dragging me off the floor.

"You are a fucking bitch!" He said to my face. I felt a wave of anger consume me as I reached out, grabbing him by the shirt.

"I am not a bitch, so let go of me!!!" I screamed with my eyes closed. I felt the force of the wind surrounding me; when I opened my eyes again, he was across the room groaning in pain.

I didn't know what happened, but I knew it was my chance to escape. I ran off the room and headed out of the house. I tried to cover myself up with what was left of my dress as I ran.

I had no destination, nor did I know where I was running; the only thing on my mind was to get away from him.

I ended up on the beach that wasn't so far from Mrs. Morgan's house. I was uncontrollably shaking. I stared at my torn dress down to my feet. I also lost my footwear, which left me looking like some homeless mad woman.

The howling of the wind surrounded me as I tried not to think about what happened to me a few minutes ago, but I kept hearing his voice in my head calling me a bitch.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice hoarse with anger!. I broke down in tears when I couldn't take it anymore.

I hate this life. I hate that the sea danced to the howling of the wind like my problems weren't there, like it wasn't the reason why I'm in this messed up life.

I wanted to end things; I wanted the pain I was feeling in my heart to go away. I took my first step towards the sea as I felt the waves splashing water at my feet.

After my traumatised experience with the sea, I hated water bodies. I couldn't even learn how to swim. What better way to die than drowning? After all, that was where my misery began.

Damion's POV

This is wonderfully stressful; my night was a complete mess, and now I have to deal with a lady going through some shit.

Why didn't she choose another sea to die in, or better yet, choose another day? Why is she disturbing my peace and quietness? This is really frustrating.

I couldn't even get a contract with anyone today. I came here to have some peace and quietness, but this lady appeared just in time to make my night more miserable. I sighed in frustration as I watched her walk deeper into the sea.

I'm going to sit here and watch whatever play she has to display. I stood on top of the cliff across the woods as I watched her.

It's too bad the forest goddess doesn't accept a dead soul; I would have made her soul the last soul I would be recruiting for that annoying goddess.

She stopped when the water covered up her torso. Why did she stop?

"Mum, Dad, I'm tired. The pain is so unbearable, but I don't even have the right to take my own life. It will be unfair to Mr. and Mrs. Caddle, who took me in and loved me like their child.

It will be unfair to Kya, who is at the hospital battling with heart failure. She is in a lot of pain, and I can't even afford her treatment.

Aunty Jane threw us out after the deaths of her brother and wife. She took everything that was left for us. I don't know what to do."

Her voice was filled with so much pain that it affected me in some ways. I shook my head, snapping myself out of my thoughts.

Why should I care about her problems when I have mine? I better get going; today is definitely not one of my days.

"I wish I could at least save Kya; she is just four and has barely even seen the world. I am willing to go to any length to give her a better life.

Maybe I shouldn't have fought my way with Mr. Ken."

Out of all she said, the only words I heard running over and over again in my mind were "I am willing to go to any length to give her a better life." A smile crept into my face as I giggled.

Maybe I still got myself a contract, and it's going to be a perfect contract.