Chapter 15


    Read Fated to Them by Jessica Hall Chapter 15 – He rubs his thumb over it before his index fingers


    move around in a circle around my are. My body reacted to his touch the same way it did to Cyrus


    shocking me, why do they have this effect on me? Why wasn’t he yelling at me? I did find it odd though


    that they appeared to be fine. I expected them to get into a fight over Cyrus kissing me yet I heard


    nothing all night.


    Eli steps closer, my eyes watching him carefully when I feel him pinch my n****e rolling it between his


    thumb and finger, his other hand palming my other b****t roughly as he squeezed it. Making me cry out


    in pain. The corner of his lips turned up, and he let go, his hand dancing along my hip as he leaned


    closer and I thought he was going to k**s me when he suddenly turned on his heel, walking out of the


    kitchen like nothing happened and leaving me there stunned. I was definitely quitting my job as soon as


    I got back home. I was just going to email them my resignation and change my number. My mother was


    going to be pissed off but after | exined and she gave me a good scolding I know she will get over it.


    Hurrying upstairs I raced back to the room they ced me in, locking the door behind me and slipping


    into bed and willing sleep toe. My dreams were gued with nightmares and had me tossing and


    turning all night. My dreams were strange, me being on a ne and them drugging me and not being


    able to move. Then my dreams turned h the night my sister overdosed on d***s and I found her passed


    out on the floor in her bathroom.


    I will never forget the d**d look on her face, the way her eyes were zed over, open but unseeing, as


    foam ran from her lips spilling onto the floor. My niece screaming in her cot for g*d knows how long


    before we found her. That day will forever haunt me for the rest of my life, that was the first time we


    discovered she had a d**g problem. We had suspicions but at first she was so good at hiding it and


    exining away things we hadn’t picked up on it, not wanting to believe she had fallen down that path.


    I woke in a cold sweat, my breathing uneven as my heart raced. I hadn’t had nightmares in years.


    Usually falling to sleep the moment my head hit the pillow, so it was a little unusual and definitely


    unwee.


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    I see the sun is barely up, the events of yesterday hitting me and now I have to travel back with them,


    endure going on another ne home, this time hopefully not passing out like I did on the way here.


    Forcing myself out of the bed, I get dressed. Slipping on my jeans and singlet before putting on my


    socks and grabbing my shoes.


    pack up my belongings before making the bed and straightening the cushions, just as I am about to


    walk out the door, it opens Cyrus stepping into the room.


    “Good you’re up. We are leaving soon” He announces, and I nod before grabbing my small luggage


    bag and following him downstairs. I ce my bag near the door, putting my handbag on top of it. Cyrus


    waits for me to finish doing what I am doing before pointing to the kitchen and I walk through the dining


    room. The smell of coffee hitting my nostrils as soon as I step inside the kitchen. Eli hands me a mug of


    the liquid gold. My soul is calling out for my morning caffeine hit.


    I take a sip before sitting on one of the stools awkwardly. Nobody says anything, and I feel a little


    ufortable with the silence.


    Eli kept ncing at me as he sipped his coffee while Cyrus was reading a newspaper, mug in his hand


    and I could actually picture him being like this every morning. He looked rxed while Eli looked tense,


    his fingers tapping the side of his mug.


    “Will you stop that, it is annoying” Cyrus says, eyeing Eli’s fingers. His fingers stop but he doesn’t turn


    away when I look over at him, instead holding my gaze until I break it looking away.


    “Are you hungry?” Cyrus asks, I shake my head. I was never a breakfast person, too early in the


    morning to eat. I always felt horrible eating first thing in the morning, the only thing I needed in the


    morning was caffeine and I was good to go.


    “Well then we will leave in five minutes, the ne is already waiting at the airport” Cyrus tells me, my


    heart skipping a beat at the thought of getting on it along with the thought of having nowhere to hide


    from them.


    “We are heading straight to the office when we get back,” Eli tells me. I fight the urge to roll my eyes


    knowing I now have to go change into work attire. I get up off the stool.


    “Where are you going?” Cyrus asks, putting the paper down and looking at me.


    “To change into my work clothes” Cyrus waves me off.


    “You look fine just wear that” He says, folding the newspaper up and chugging the rest of his coffee


    before cing it in the sink. I follow suit, drinking the rest of my cup quickly not wanting to be stuck in


    the kitchen alone with Eli.


    The drive to the airport was quiet, the tension so thick I felt like I was suffocating. I white knuckled the


    seat the entire trip on the ne, my nails biting into the leather seat and my body rigid.


    By the time the nended, I was visibly shaking but I fared better thanst time. At least remained


    awake and didn’t have a full-blown panic a****k this time. As soon as we got back to work, they went to


    their offices, ignoring me and giving me time to write my resignation letter. My mother was going to


    m****r me, then forgive me, she has to because she is my mum and mums forgive their children.


    I could find a job at a local store or something. Something not as stressful would be good, though the


    idea of having to use a customer service voice and put up with whining shoppers didn’t sound all that


    appealing either.


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