Please don't leave me alone

"But on the serious side, thank you for helping me. No one is as handsome as you are to me." She didn't where did it come from. Maybe she is full of gratitude, her dignity was trampled anyways. Gregory didn't answer. He can just ask his men to help her but he has to do it personally, he doesn't know the answer either. Even if he has a bit of an attraction to her.

In front of a dilapidated house, with clothes hanging to dry that made the scene even more distressing. Chelsea's house was supposedly a majestic American cottage designed by one of the infamous town's engineers in the forties era. But looking at it now, it could be used as a scene from an exorcist movie but no one offered. She scratches the back of her neck in embarrassment.

"Thank you so much! for the meal and the ride, uhm...I'll get going." She said awkwardly, she would have thanked him for the memories of today's affair but she won't admit that she had enjoyed her time with him. Tomorrow is another day. She inhaled deeply and then pushed the car door open.

"Stop." Upon hearing his order she halted, could it be that he wanted to see her again and have more interaction? The door she held was halted.

"Why?" She held her breath after that, anticipating an answer that could make her happier or can disappoint her.

"Aren't you going to invite me in"? She panicked. How can she invite him in? Is this an invitation to see him more often? She's not sure but she thinks fast. Chelsea is terrified of her mother so she thinks of a way to avoid it, if she can run away tonight she'll do it. An idea came into her mind kind of hitting two birds in one stone.

"Kind sir, since you have shown a great kindness for me today, why don't you grace us some more blessings and hire me as your maid? I won't ask much, just a shelter over mine and my brother's head and food for our stomachs, I'll work hard and won't even ask for money." This is clever she would be with her crush plus she'll get away from the evil claws of his parents. This is just a wild bet she made putting in all that she had on a plate, which nothing much. Including her virginity which probably not much of a value for a god-like him.

For the longest time he didn't answer, Chelsea lost the glimmer of hope she was holding inside her heart, she deeply inhaled and gave out a loud sigh surrendering to her ugly fate. She pushed the door open, her other foot was already on the ground when Gregory asked. "Where is your brother?"

Her heart had a triathlon race with itself, what did he mean by that? Did he agree? She looked back eyes wide, unable to hide her excitement.

"He's probably inside why?" She silently prayed she would bring her and her brother with him.

"Go get him I'll wait for you." He gestures his head in agreement.

Her tears streamed like a waterfall. She didn't wait for any second nor said a word she ran out of the car and went inside the house. She rushed to her brother's room and found that he was tied and his body is full of bruises, there is a plate of rice on the floor that was already infested by ants and flies. Her parents are demons in the flesh. She hurriedly untied her brother and carefully wake him up.

"Sister you're back, I'm sorry I am very tired and sleepy." He said and smiled at her.

"It's okay love, it's okay, we're going to be okay from now on." But her tears can't stop falling. Ethan wipes her sister's tears and gave another smile. His body is too small for a fourteen-year-old kid, obviously malnourished. She thought Ethan has surrendered to his Fate and has abandoned any hopes of escape in their pitiful state. That's why he smiled peacefully she knew that kind of defense mechanism.

"Chelsea if it's going to be okay then stop crying okay, my pretty noona." He knew she loves watching Korean dramas and joined in sometimes.

They laugh at empty humor. But unfortunately, their mother catches up with their little bonding. "So my adorable ungrateful kids are home, tell me what did you bring for supper?"

She didn't answer but carefully helped her brother up, she then help him through the stairs. But when in the middle of the stairs their mother pulled her hair up and her brother's body slipped out of her hands and fell. She screamed on purpose and she was not disappointed. He came in just in time for Ethan to hit the floor Gregory caught him. He brought him outside and carefully placed him at the back of the car. Then he went back to take Chelsea. But she already managed to get away she ran towards him. They can hear the woman that gave birth to them shouted and screamed but none of it mattered. The whole street can hear her mother's accusation of her prostitute herself and that she is ungrateful. So what if she prostitutes herself? Did anyone of them help her when that woman gave her an uppercut? Or gave her a drop of herb extract when her skin was bleeding all over her body when she was beaten by a laundry log? Did anyone try to ask for help when they were thrown in the streets naked and hungry? Why would they even care if she prostitutes herself? They were already anticipated that she'll be a mistress the moment she hits poverty, so why disappoint them? If she will be a mistress, then she must be lucky to have an affair with this delicious man.

"Go! go! Let's go!" all she could manage almost out of breath. Her adrenalin rush made her sit on the copilot in a blink of an eye. Her breathing heavy resonating with the speed of her pulse.

He drove the car without saying a word. There was an awkward silence. She had her mind emptied as if in a trance, her eyes were outside not particularly focused on anything. She didn't even notice that her tears are still streaming down her face. After an hour Gregory broke the silence.

"Here." He took a bottle of water from the car compartment and offered it to her. She shook her head in refusal.

"You cried an ocean tonight you might get dehydrated." He wanted to lighten the mood up. What kind of mess did he put himself into? Did he have time to help this girl?

"Well, at least you were entertained with that drama." She arched a brow and rolled her eyes forgetting that he is now her master, thinking that she will be a mistress.

"Drink." He insisted. To domineering for her to refuse.

They didn't notice one curious eye at the back seat.

"How thoughtful." With a sarcastic murmur. Forgotten her place.

"How can you serve if you'll get dehydrated the first day?" Right she'll be his slave from now on. She took the bottle and drink it in one go. Okay, game on Chelsea.