Learn to deal with things that were meant to be.

January 23, 2012
The Bently Mansion

“Heart’s on fire tonight! Feel my bones ignite! Feels like war, war! Feels like war, war! Heart’s on fire tonight! Feel my bones ignite! Feels like war, war! Feels like war, war!” ATL was blaring loudly in my surround sound speakers as I cleaned my room.


But then all of a sudden, it was shut off and I gasped. I was the only one in the house. And it couldn’t possibly be…


“What do you want?” I snapped and finished putting my underwear in my drawer.


“Well jeez. Can I not see you?” I turned to see Malina and smiled.


“Yeah. But when did I say you could let yourself into my house?” I chuckled to myself and she looked away.


“I’m not the only one who let myself in.” She muttered.


And before I could say anything, Harry Styles came barging into my room. “I told you to be ready or I would drag you out to my car. Didn’t I?” I didn’t answer him, too shocked to even say anything. “Didn’t I?!” He yelled and I whimpered.


“Yes. You did.” I stood up straight and he took a deep breath.


Then he looked into my closet for suitcases and pulled out the ones that I had in there, laying them open and across my bed.


Then he began to take my drawers out of my dresser and dumped the clothes inside of the suitcases, packing them down once full.


“I am not going with you.” I crossed my arms over my chest and he looked up.


He walked past me to my other closet and said, “Try and stop me from taking you.”


I gritted my teeth and grabbed his arm before he could walk past me again. “I’m not letting you do this.” I pulled on his arm and he roughly pushed me to the ground, making him drop what he had in his hands and pull roughly at his hair.


“You better go take what you want of your parents’ because we’re not coming back after this.” He said dryly, and my hatred and fear for him became stronger as I escaped to my parent’s room.


When I walked into their room, my mother’s perfume hit me right in the face. It smelled so good, like when she was telling me goodbye before they left. The pictures on their walls were mostly of me, but their wedding picture made me cry.


They looked so happy, so excited. So… In love.


And from looking at the true affection in that picture, I know that I will never feel a love like that. Plus, I’m only seventeen. And if I fall in ‘love’, than my heart would be utterly broken.


But then the picture on their dresser of all of us made me fall to my knees with the frame in my hands.


Then Malina came running into the room and hugged me tightly. “It’s okay. Baby, it’s going to be okay. I’ll help you through this.”


I hugged her back and closed my eyes tight. My parents are gone.


“Are you ready?” I looked to the door to see Harry leaning against the frame.


“Can’t we sulk for a moment?” Malina snapped and he stood up straight.


“I don’t have a moment.” He grated through closed teeth.


“You listen here,” Malina stood up and walked up to him, digging her forefinger into his shoulder and making him glare at her with intensity. “You need to learn to respect others-”


“I do nothing but respect others. I’m just making sure that doll is safe and making sure that I do what I promised. I am a man of my word, and I know that’s hard to believe but it’s true. I have to take her with me whether she likes it or not.” He leaned back against the door frame and Malina clenched her fists shut.


“Well, since there isn’t a thing I can do about it…” I muttered, and Harry raised his brows at me, making me give him a sarcastic smile. Then he glared at me the way he did earlier.


I grabbed a small pack and put a few of my mom and dad’s t-shirts in it, and I grabbed that one picture of all of us and stomped back to my room.


I finished packing my suitcases and began to carry them out of my room. But then Harry grabbed half of them and slung them over his shoulder, carrying then down stairs and out to his car.


“I’m going to miss you.” I heard Malina say behind me and I dropped my suitcase and wrapped my arms around her.


“You can come and visit.” I said when I released from the hug.


“By the looks of it Ana, I won’t be seeing you any time soon.” She crossed her arms and I clamped my teeth shut.


“He’s going to let you visit whether he likes it or not.” I then grabbed my suitcases and walked down stairs and outside to his car.


Before I could do anything else, he yanked them from my hands and threw them into the back seat of his Lamborghini.


“Come on. I don’t have time for you.” He said dryly, climbing into his car.


I bit my lip and turned back towards the Dahm house. Man, I sure am going to miss this place. But then again, it wouldn’t be the same without mom and dad.


I bit my tongue and swallowed, trying to hold back my burning tears.


“One last hug.” Malina came running out of my house and hugged me again.


“Here,” I handed her the key to the house and she covered her mouth. “Since I’m not coming back, you might as well through my go-away party.”


“Oh you bitch.” Then she wrapped her arms around me again as she cried, and I squeezed her tightly.


“Come on.” Harry rasped, standing out of his car. Maybe he was a little impatient.


“Could you be less impatient?!” I yelled, turning towards him, and he strained a muscle in his jaw, closing his fists so hard that his knuckles were turning white.


“Bye Ana.” Malina grabbed my arm but then she took a step back and I gave her smile before jumping into Harry’s car.


“Buckle up.” He snapped and I rolled my eyes. I gasped when his hand landed on my jaw and he jerked my face towards his. “If I catch you rolling your eyes at me one more time, I’ll drop you off in the middle of nowhere. Got it?”


I nodded my head and he cringed before pulling his hand from my jaw and driving away from the Dahm house.


I brought my knees up to my chest and closed my eyes. Why would they leave me with someone like him? He’s so… Angry. He may not be all the time. But he seems so… Dangerous.


No. Apparently he doesn’t like being disrespectful. And he’s sophisticated. Just have to keep that in mind. Maybe he won’t be like this all the time. Maybe I just made him mad because I wasn’t ready to leave.


I opened my eyes and tried to glance over at him, but a muscle ticked in his jaw again and I slammed my eyes shut again, slowly drifting off into a fearful sleep.


“How come you haven’t done what I said yet?” He grated at me, creeping closer to me.
“I’m sorry. I just forgot.” Tears slammed from my eyes as my back hit the cold, stern wall. I closed my eyes tight, and when I opened them he was standing right in front of me.
“You should learn by now that I don’t like it when people don’t do what I say, Anastasia.” He was so close to me that it seemed as if he was going to touch me, but he didn’t.
“Please don’t punish me.” I whimpered when he placed his palm beside me head, and the only thing of him that was touching me was the curls that had fell from his forehead.
“Punishment isn’t what I’m looking for. It’s the pleasure that I’m wanting…” His breath was sharp on my neck and my tears were burning my cheeks. “I’ll just make sure you’ll want to run away so I can punish you…” He grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly began to slide it over my head.


I jerked myself up and my head hit something hard. But then I realized that I was still in a car. His car. And why was that dream about him? I don’t even know him…


“Are you okay?” I looked to him and his eyes almost looked like they were glowing in the dark and his tone was harsh.


“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks for the concern.” I said and he took a deep breath.


He turned down a few more roads, and got out of the car to open a large brass gate. Then he got back into the car and it took us at least five minutes to reach… The glorious house.


Once the car was off, I stepped out of it and looked up, just to take in all of it. It was more amazing than Nicholas had described.


We grabbed my many suitcases and walked into the house, and I immediately dropped what I had in my hands, making Harry raise his eyebrows at me again.


“It’s breathtaking.” I mumbled, turning around in an observing circle.


Two crystal chandeliers? And a grand staircase bigger than Dahm’s?!


I whimpered from all the beauty.


“I will give you a grand tour tomorrow.” Harry muttered and he motioned for me to follow him up the staircase.


We walked up about three flights and I grumbled when we walked up a fourth one. But then we stopped in front of a door and he set down my suitcases.


“You need some sleep. I can imagine the pain you’re feeling, Miss Greene.” He opened my door, but I couldn’t look in it yet. “I expect you in the breakfast room tomorrow so we can discuss the rules and I can tell you how I expect you to behave. Haley,” He stopped when a girl about my mother’s age in a plaid dress walked up to us. “The fourth floor maid will help you down to the breakfast room. Goodnight.” Then he walked down the stairs.


“Hi.” I said to Haley. “I’m Anastasia Greene.”


“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. The Styles’ have talked so much about you.” Have they now? “I’m so glad to be serving you. Here, let me help you.”


She helped me pick up my suitcases and we walked into my room. And it was more breathtaking than my room in Dahm.


The outer wall was made entirely out of glass and there was a bed that was bigger than a king-size. The bathroom was bigger than a usual one, and everything about this room was just beautiful.


“You can set my bags over here.” I said to Haley when I set my suitcases down in a corner. “Thank you.” I smiled at her and she stood in front of me after setting my cases down.


“Headmaster Styles expects you to be in the breakfast room at 8:30, so I will be here at eight to get you, if that’s okay.” Headmaster Styles? My God.


“That’s fine. Thank you.” I smiled again and she walked towards the door. “Sleep well Haley.” I said and she smiled at me, closing my door.


I walked over to the closet and was shocked to see that there was already clothes in it. My size clothes. How strange.


I shook my head and collapsed onto the bed, immediately sinking into it. I crawled up to the pillows and brought the duvet over my body.


This is going to take a while to get used to.

Notes

Feedback please? -K. xx