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I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but he didn't wait around for a response.
Instead, he climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.
Trembling, I clasped my hands together and stared up at the regal looking building, feeling my head spin.
Home.
I washome.
17
True to his word, Fabio arrived at my father's estate no less than sixty minutes after our arrival.
Well, not Fabio in the flesh, but he did send several of his guards to my father's estate to bring me home – or kill me.
Yeah, I think a dead Ashton worked for him, too.
A whore for a whore.
I hadn't been given a chance to absorb my new-found surroundings when Trigger dragged me into a room that Ineverwanted to step foot inside again.
Block it out, Ashton.
Don’t remember him.
It hurts too damn hard.
He was a bad man…
My father's desk was shoved aside, the luxurious albeit dusty Persian rug was dragged up, and then I was carefully lowered through the tiny trapdoor and into the darkness until my feet found purchase on the cold concrete awaiting several feet beneath the surface.
"Stay here,corderito. I will come back for you."
"No, Trig," I croaked out, staring up at him when he released my hands and slithered back from where he'd laid on his stomach to lower me into the hole. "Please don’t leave me –"
"Do as you are told," was all he said before the wooden hatch slammed shut, leaving me bereft and alone.
In the darkness, I stared at the closed trapdoor until the sound of gun fire filled my ears.
And so it begins.
Again.
Panicked as reality crashed down on me, I turned on my heels and ran. Stumbling down the steep concrete steps of the passageway, I found myself back in another room I was far too accustomed to.
Daddy's safe room.
It was the same one my father had hidden me inside on countless occasions. A separate entity from the rest of the underground level of the mansion and only big enough to house a small child.
Me.
It was about the same size as the elevator my father had once taken me on during one of our secret day trips to the aquarium or the zoo. Like the elevator, the safe room had no windows.
If my memory served me correctly, it was separated from the rest of the lower level of the house, going deep beneath the foundations of the property.
When I was little and my father forced me to hide inside here, I would play for hours with my dolls by candlelight, while I waited for him to come get me.
Now, I sat motionless, in the darkness, listening to the sound of silence and trying to reason with the part of my mind that had given up on life.
