Page 173 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

John and I got home late in the night, and I got down from the car, slowly.

“Did he hurt you?” John asked.

I shook my head.

“Did anyone else try to harm you?” He asked, walking towards me, and I shook my head again. “All he did was cut your hair?”

I nodded. “Did you eat? What did you eat?”

“Rice. Steamed vegetables. Braised chicken.”

“Now you’re speaking.” He said, and walked away, sticking his hands into his pockets.

I followed after him, and went to my room. Taking off the dress, and removing the pins, I stepped into the shower, and turned the water on.

It rained down on me warm, sweet, and comforting. Despite it being hell, I was home. A home, the troubles of which I was used to. At least, I knew the worst that could happen, and was prepared for it.

My mind went over everything that had happened.

John had hugged me so comfortingly, but none of it had touched my heart.

In my mind, I played the words ‘You are beautiful’ over and over in Lucas’ voice, and imagined the gaze in his eyes, as he watched me with love. Then he’d smile slowly.

I leaned against the bathroom wall, imagining Lucas speaking to me, smiling at me, and telling me I was the only woman he wanted to love and be with.

The warm water rained on my skin, and I closed my eyes, dreaming about being in a garden with him, the sun’s warm and gentle rays bathing us. Me with my head in his lap, drawing a fanfic of us. There’d be chilled apples next to us on a tray, and the kids would be feet away.

Dahlia would be close by, crocheting. The elders would be worrying about politics as usual, but laughter would abound.

My tears rolled down, warmer than the shower, and at last, I sank, letting out all the tears I had held back.

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The next morning, I was informed by the maids of all that had happened.

John hitting his employee, getting my hair, and hitting Kaye.

“I’m fine. I’m healing.” Kaye said, as she kneaded the dough.

“You don’t look fine.” I said.

“And you? You don’t look fine yourself. How could he have let you get kidnapped?” Kaye asked, and three maids rushed to cover her mouth.

“You’ve got some nerve, Kaye! After yesterday, you still have the heart to say his name out loud.” One of them snapped.

“I thought I’d die. Honestly, I was so scared.

It felt like a nightmare, but it was filled with actual, physical pain.

If his assistants hadn’t stopped him, he wouldn’t have known when to stop, and he wouldn’t stop until I was dead.

Everywhere on the internet, people are petitioning against John, but I can’t even press charges. ” Kaye said, bitterly.

“Why don’t you quit? Resign, and leave. I mean, why would you stay?

Why the heck would you continue being in a place where you can get killed?

Like… girl, you’re free, you can just walk out.

If you can’t sue him, then leave. The same goes for all of you.

You can all resign. He makes me do all the work anyway, so I don’t see why you guys can’t leave to save your lives. ” I said, agitated.

“We can’t.” One of the maids said softly.

“There was a time I told him I wanted to quit, and he beat me up, and tore my resignation into pieces.” Another said.

“His guards wouldn’t even let us go past the gates, so we can’t run.”

“He says he’ll find us. He’ll hunt us down, and make things worse.”

“We walked into doom the moment we applied to work here.” Kaye said. “The only good thing is that my family gets to enjoy all my suffering.”

“To even go to him and request to quit is very scary. I can’t imagine it.”

“We’re all scared, so we just stay here, and wait for someone to save us. He’s even in a crankier mood right now because last night, he fought with Alpha Raymond, and Alpha Raymond disowned him.”

My eyes widened, “He did???”

“He said it out loud, and confidently. Then, Alpha John stormed out to get you.”

Kaye spoke, “Last night, I heard him crying in his room. He ruined his own life, he brought it all upon himself. Loneliness, depression, and worthlessness. I didn’t even feel an ounce of pity for him.”

I sighed, “I also don’t pity him. I just wish he’ll find his way to the boy he once was. That’s all I wish for him. Once my debt is paid, I’m leaving without looking back.” I said sadly, because I wondered how Lucas would find me if I left.

Just then, we heard the sound of John’s car pulling up in the driveway.

“Isn’t it too early for him to be back?” I asked, my eyes darting to the large clock on the wall.

The maids all scattered, scrambling away, not wanting to be a victim of whatever mood he was bringing with him.

I walked into the kitchen, and began to wash the dishes.

Shortly, he came into the kitchen.

“You didn’t clean the shelves.” He said, crankily.

“I will.” I replied curtly, keeping my gaze on the dishes.

“Are you actually talking to me that way!? Like I’m nothing? Look me in the eye!” He bellowed, turning me to him sharply.

The dish in my hand slipped, and shattered on the floor.

I looked at it, startled, only for him to slap my jaw up to face him.

Fiercely, I returned his stare.

“Are you actually daring to look me in the eye?” He asked, and my eyebrows creased. He was crazy. What did he want?

I lowered my gaze, and he scoffed.

“I get it! I’m nothing! Come here!” He grabbed my wrist painfully, and dragged me out of the kitchen. He took off the gloves on my hand, and slapped them on the floor, stomping up the stairs hastily, leaving me to struggle to keep up with his pace.

Just like he liked to do, he shoved me in, and I hit my butt hard.

Then, he locked the door, and I heard him take the keys with him.

I stayed there for a while, rubbing the spot where my butt hurt through my long, light pink T-shirt.

Then, I heard a car pull up into the drive.

John’s assistants.

I ran to my toilet window to confirm. I would lure one or both of them to my window side, and bravely take the jump. They would definitely be compelled to catch me. Then, I would run to Sadie’s mansion, and stay there.

Whenever John found me, I would take whatever he gave because as he was, he wasn’t stable with his emotions. There was no telling as to what he could do.

He could decide he wasn’t satisfied with locking me up, and return to do something that would cause me pain. I couldn’t forget the feeling of him drowning me.

No, I wouldn’t wait for him to really kill me. I only needed to escape until the storm was calm.

Climbing up my tub, I stood on tiptoes to peep at the assistants. The dark car stopped, and the doors opened.

My feet failed me, and I nearly slipped, trying hard to keep my balance, and during the struggle, I happened to catch a glimpse of the man who came out of the car.

Not men, but a man.

Not assistants, but Lucas.

In shock, I slipped.