Page 12 of The Devil's Heir
'I hope you feel better, little pauper. I'll be waiting for you.'
I throw the box and its contents across the room before laying back and closing my eyes.I can't do this.Memories come flooding back, and I remember exactly how I ended up here. Jarek was chasing me. He couldn't leave me alone and let me go; he came after me. He's why I ran into oncoming traffic and got hit; I was trying to flee from Jarek.
I can't do this anymore; I need to escape him. I need to go somewhere and start anew where no Falcon is waiting around every corner. I don't know where I will go, but as long as Jarek isn't there, anywhere will do.
It's Saturday, and I'm finally getting released. Am I feeling better? Absolutely not, but I know I need to leave here and do it before Jarek realizes I'm gone. I know my foster parents will not let me stay now that there is no money coming in for having me there; I'm only taking up space. I'm surprised that they are holding my things for me this long. Then again, that was almost a week ago since they said they would keep my stuff until I got out of here. They could be long gone by now, but I will still stop by and check.
I know what I need to do. As much as I don't want to, I will have to quit school and disappear. Go somewhere and start over. I don't understand him. What does he want from me? That ID bracelet scared the shit out of me with the inscriptions of ownership; no sane person would wear that, would they?
I finger the metal in my pocket as I wait for the doctor's prescription. I was going to leave the bracelet, but it may fetch a decent amount of cash, even with my name on it, and I will need as much money as possible. I need to find a job and a place to live, and then maybe I can enroll in school again to finish.
"Here you go, Liliana. The doctor gave you fifteen painkillers but only take them if needed. Come back if your incision becomes infected, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Take care of yourself, Liliana." The nurse smiles warmly at me, and I return it.
"I will, thank you."
I have to get out of here; I don't like the pitying look the nurse is giving me. She knows my foster parents are kicking me out; she even offered me a place to stay until I get on my feet, but it's too close to him. No, I need to get far away from Jarek, no matter what it takes.
Packing up my meager things from the past two years is so depressing. I'm glad I don't have much because I don't have a car, and I don't have the money to buy one. I have fifteen hundred dollars to my name, and now the ID bracelet. Depending on what I can get for the expensive piece of jewelry, I may not have enough for an apartment, and most jobs need an address for their employees. With any luck, Jarek's gift will get me by until I get a job.
My life over the last few years fits into an extra-large suitcase, a duffle bag, and a backpack. Once I say goodbye to my foster siblings, I leave the house all teary-eyed. My foster parents couldn't even say goodbye to me, which hurt. I know we were never close, but damn, they could have at least said goodbye.
Closing the door on my past, I take a deep breath and exhale. I want to be able to smile, but I'm terrified about the unknown and where I will end up. All I know is that I can't stay here, in this town, not when this is where Jarek resides. Walking down the steps and the walkway, I glance back again at the place I've called home. It was the best foster home I've lived in, even if the Mallards weren't very loving; at least we weren't abused in any way.
I turn and walk away, never looking back. I can already feel the tears stinging my eyes as I think about leaving, but there isn't anything I can do. Unfortunately, the system says I'm an adult and need to be on my own now, so here I am, on my own for the first time, adulting. I'll be okay; I can do this.
EIGHT
Jarek
"What do you mean she's gone?" I ask the nurse at the front desk.
I came to the hospital to check in on my little pauper, only to find out she was discharged yesterday. I couldn't come to the hospital over the weekend thanks to fucking Carmen deciding to throw what I call a Weekender and use me to breed her slutty friend. Her parties are usually just guests who come and stay for the weekend, and it's pretty much one big fuck fest. I was literally tied up most of the weekend, being used. My cock was so sore I was worried it might fall off.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Falcon. I thought you had known since you're paying her bill." The young nurse behind the desk bows her head. "Is there anything I can do for you to make up for the miscommunication?"
I stare at the woman and notice that she's beautiful. I'm tired of fucking middle-aged women and can use a pretty thing like the woman behind the desk to help make me feel better. Unfortunately, my dick is out of service, but I nod my head anyway, indicating that she follows me. I lead her down the hall until I see an empty room and hold the door open for her. Locking the door behind us, I lean against it and stare at her.
"Strip."
"E-excuse me?"
"Did I fucking stutter?" I glare at her, "You're not a virgin, are you?"
"N-no, Sir."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Y-Yes, Sir."
"Good. You asked if there was a way to make it up to me, and now, I want you to strip."
"But w-why?"
"Because I fucking told you to, that's why. Unless, of course, you don't want to make it up to me. I won't touch you unless you ask me to."
